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The creature was very gentle, he said to himself, and she was decent. Her poor clothes were tidy, and the boy's likewise. Their boots caused a queer pang in Patsy's heart. They were disgraceful boots, bulging at the sides, broken: he had noticed that the boy shuffled as he walked. The woman sat holding her tea-cup in her hand, looking around the yard.
I tell yer, he's a crooked little chap, but he's as smart as they make 'em; 'nd annyhow, he's all the folks I've got in the world, 'nd I hope we kin pull him through." "Pull him through!" Had years passed over Patsy's head since I saw him last?
The light which had played full upon it wavered, as if about to vanish. Yet there was time. Nick felt sure of his prize, as he sprang out from his place beside the colonel. And the next thing Nick knew it was six o'clock of the following morning, and he was lying in a bed, looking up into Patsy's face. "Are you much hurt?" asked Patsy, anxiously. Nick took in the whole scene before he replied.
"From an artistic standpoint they are perfect," was Patsy's mental tribute. "Wouldn't Willie Fay give his Sunday dinner if he could gather him in as he is, just to play the tinker! Faith! those rags are so real I wager he keeps them together only by the grace of God."
"See here," said Patsy; "Uncle John must have lost his way or met with an accident. You go back to the hotel, Louise, and wait there in case he returns home another way. Beth and I will follow some of these paths and see if we can find him." "He may have sprained an ankle, and be unable to walk," suggested Beth. "I think Patsy's advice is good."
There was an empty space beside little Mike Higgins, but Mike's character, obtained from a fond and candid parent, had been to the effect "that he was in heaven any time if he could jest lay a boy out flat"! And there was a place by Moses, but he was very much of a fop just then, owing to a new "second-hand" coat, and might make scathing allusions to Patsy's abbreviated swallow-tail.
Don't look at me as if I were a murderess! I'm your best friend a friend in need. And don't choke down your food. Eat slowly. Fletcherize chew your food, you know. I know you're nearly famished, but you must gradually accustom yourself to a proper diet." He obeyed meekly. Patsy's face was calm, but her heart beat fast, with a thrill of fear she could not repress.
Marjorie said she really didn't know where he was, and quit town the next day. Now maybe they don't either of them know what's happened any more than I do; but I think it's infernally queer for a man to disappear and say nothing to his father, the girl he's engaged to, or his best friend. Don't you?" Patsy's past training stood stanchly by her.
How in the name of your blessed Saint Patrick did you ever get so far from home?" The car was full of young people, but the girl who had spoken was the only one who looked at all familiar. Patsy's mind groped out of the present into the past; it was all a blind alley, however, and led nowhere. The girl, seeing her bewilderment, helped her out.
Patsy had for years cooked for Jim Whitmore and his "outfit"; so many years it was that memory of the number was never exact, and even the Old Man would have been compelled to preface the number with a few minutes of meditation and a "Lemme see, now; Patsy's been cooking for me eighty-six was that hard winter, and he come the spring no, the fall before that.
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