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"It was very kind of you," said Mr. Brown. "And, Bunny, it was very wrong of you to go away without telling us," said Mrs. Brown. "I'm sorry," answered the little boy. "But I thought maybe Peter'd be lonesome all alone in the dark, and on Christmas Eve too." "That's so!" laughed Mr. Raymond. "I guess, Mrs. Brown, you'll have to forgive Bunny on account of it's being Christmas Eve."
What we intended to do was to cruise around alongshore for a couple of weeks, long enough for the Stumptons to get back to Dillaway's, settle the copper business and break for Montana. Then we was going home again and turn Brown's relation over to him to take care of. We knew Peter'd have some plan thought out by that time.
She came a little nearer him, and put her hand on his knee like a wistful puppy. "Denis," she said, "I wish you would. They know already that I care. But I wish you would. Peter'd like you to. He'd be more pleased than if I did; much more. Peter cares for you and me and Thomas extraordinarily much; and you can't compare carings, but the way he cares for you is the most wonderful of all, I believe.
Mebbe you'll come up an' see my aunt ... she was talkin' about you only last week ... an' Peter'd be right an' glad to welcome you!" "No, thanks, not to-day," he answered. "I've something to do at home ... I'm sorry!..." "But you said you were comin' to see me!..." "I know, but I've just remembered something ... I'm sorry!"
"The same one?" "The very same. There he goes, over the sandhill yonder, with old Peter the wrecker. We've got to hurry home now, but I'm going to set Ham Morris on his track before we get through." "You'll never find him again." "Do you s'pose old Peter'd befriend a man that did what he did? Right on the shore of the bay? No, indeed!
He told of this bargain that he'd made and that sharp trade he had turned, while we set there and listened and laughed like a parsel of fools. And every time that Ebenezer'd get up to go to bed, Peter'd trot out a new yarn and he'd have to stop to listen to that. And it got to be eleven o'clock and then twelve and then one.
"Well you're healthy and your nose doesn't really fall below the specifications, though it doesn't promise that you're any too sensible, but if you can make up for it by your infatuation for cats, perhaps it will be all right. Of course I couldn't keep you, you know, if you weren't very fond of cats, because Uncle Peter'd raise a row "
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