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"Don't laugh in church, you monster," said Corrie, with a frown. "I'se not larfin," retorted Poopy, with an injured look. He passed steadily up the centre of the church, and sat down beside the Widow Stuart, whose face expressed anxiety and surprise the moment she observed who was seated there.
The representations of Alice's condition, as given by her maid, although hideously unlike the beautiful object they were meant to call up to the father's mind, were sufficiently expressive and comprehensible. "Go wake her, my girl, and let us have breakfast as soon as you can. Has Will Corrie been here this morning?" "What mean you? has he slept in this house all night?" "Yes eh! no," said Poopy.
Poopy lay about ten yards farther up the cliff, flat on her sable back, with her hands tied behind her, and her ankles also secured; so that she could by no means attain to a sitting position, although she made violent and extraordinary efforts to do so. We say extraordinary, because Poopy, being ingenious, hit upon many devices of an unheard of nature to accomplish her object.
Montague could not repress a smile and a look of admiration as he said to our little hero: "Why, Corrie, if you were a giant it would be much easier to go to the other side of the island, wring off the heads of all the pirates, and, carrying me on your shoulders, and Alice and Poopy in your coat pockets, get safely aboard the Foam, and ho! for Sandy Cove." "So it would," said Corrie gravely.
"What a figure!" exclaimed Alice, on recovering from the first shock. "It vill vash," said Poopy, in a deprecatory tone. "I hope it will," replied Alice, shaking her head doubtfully; for her experience in the laundry had not yet been so extensive as to enable her to pronounce at once on the eradicability of such a frightfully deep impression.
Without more words he drew out his clasp-knife, and, ripping up the cuffs of the man's coat, laid bare his muscular arm. Meanwhile Alice untied his neckcloth, and Poopy tore open his Guernsey frock and exposed his broad brown chest. "We must warm that at once," said Corrie, beginning to take off his jacket, which he meant to spread over the seaman's breast.
"No, me won't," cried Poopy, with great passion, while tears sprang from her large eyes, and coursed over her sable cheeks. "Me will bu'st dem ropes." "More likely to do that to yourself if you go on like that," returned Corrie. The only bother about it is that these rascally savages have dropt me beside a pool of half soft mud that I can't help sticking my head into if I try to move."
Poopy, without waiting for orders, seized hold of the hair of his head, and all three began to haul with might and main. But they might as well have tried to pull a line-of-battle ship up on the shore. The man's bulky form was immovable. Seeing this, they changed their plan, and, all three grasping his legs, slewed him partially round, and thus drew his feet out of the water.
When I have done, you shall come back to me." Alice kissed her father, and, getting off his knee, went at once in search of her friend Poopy. That dark-skinned and curly black-headed domestic was in the kitchen, seated on the bottom of an overturned iron pot, inside the dingy niche in which the domestic fire was wont to burn when anything of a culinary nature was going on.
There is no doubt whatever that Poopy was we scarcely like to use the expression, but we know of no other more appropriate a donkey! We hasten to guard ourselves from misconstruction here.
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