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Then, his good-nature returning, he added, "And now, Jim, I'd like your opinion of these new quarters that I may take. What do you think of 'em? Come to the window and take a look at the scenery." Pearson joined him at the window. The captain waved toward the clothes-lines and grinned. "Looks as if there was some kind of jubilee, don't it," he observed.
"Then it could not have been our Mrs Denbigh." "Oh, no, ma'am! I am sure I should be sorry to be understood to have suggested anything of the kind. I beg your pardon if I did so. All I meant to say and perhaps that was a liberty I ought not to have taken, considering what Ruth Hilton was " "Ruth Hilton!" said Jemima, turning suddenly round, and facing Mrs Pearson.
"Best I could do," said Pearson slowly. "What Road Runner and me done to it will be about all it needs." "Oh, oh! it's just the right shape," shrieked Tonia. "And red roses! Wait till I try it on!" She flew in to the glass, and out again, beaming, radiating, blossomed. "Oh, don't red become her?" chanted the girls in recitative. "Hurry up, Tonia!"
Scarcely had the lines been let down than fish were fast to them. Harold and the other men soon had trout, from three to six pounds, lying on the ice beside them, but Nelly was obliged to call Pearson to her assistance, and the fish, when brought to the surface, was found to be over twenty pounds in weight. An hour's fishing procured them a sufficient supply for a week's consumption.
He's only swoonded," asserted the man addressed as Eb. "'Twon't do to lebe 'im here to die, Zack." "Sartin not; we'd hab bad luck all our days." "I reckon ole man Pearson will keep him; and his wife's a po'ful nuss." "Pearson orter; he's a Unioner." "S'pose we try him; 'tain't so bery fur off." On the morning of the 24th of December, Mrs.
I am John Paul Jones, once small John Paul of Arbigland in the Firth. Do you remember me?" Pearson looked at the smoke-grimed face, the keen black eyes, the fine figure. "I shouldn't have known you. Yes, I remember now." Paul Jones took the sword that was held out to him, and asked one of his midshipmen to escort the British captain to his cabin.
During dinner we talked away, not upon indifferent, but upon the most interesting subjects connected with the poor, and parish work, and the influence of the higher upon the lower classes of society. At length we sat down on opposite sides of the fire; and as soon as Mrs Pearson had shut the door, I said,
"You would recommend Mrs Pearson and Mother Goose instead, would you not, Mr Walton?" said Judy, her gray eyes sparkling with fun. "Judy, be quiet," said the invalid, languidly and yet sharply. Judy reddened and was silent. "I am sorry to find you so unwell," I said. "Yes; I am very ill," he returned. Aunt and niece rose and left the room quietly. "Do you suffer much, Mr Stoddart?"
He rose, picked up the paper with a hand that shook a little, and led the way to the door of the car. Captain Elisha followed, and they strode up the deserted side street. Pearson walked so rapidly that his companion was hard pushed to keep pace with him. When they stood together in the dimly lit hall of the boarding house, the captain spoke again.
There came, before long, an evening when Amy and George Pearson went into town for a musical comedy, and Cope walked across once more to the familiar house. Hortense was in the drawing-room. She was brilliantly dressed, and her dark aggressive face wore a look of bravado. In her rich contralto she welcomed Cope with an initiative which all but crowded her aunt into second place.
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