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"Ah, Robare!" said the lady with an odd little accent, "I have now a thought; it may be this boy could to us tell of some public-house near by, to which we could go for this night." All turned to Morton, who said hesitantly, "Yes, there is one, or at least there's Miss Zeba Osterhaus; she keeps store in her front window, and has rooms up-stairs that she doesn't use.
As if you could think, Aunt Felicie, that I would eat my Thanksgiving turkey in a boarding-house, when" "Ah! but that is what you would then do, if our friends had not so kindly invite us here, Robare; are not your uncle and myself also in a boarding-house?" a reply which rather nonplussed the young man for a moment.
"Ah, Robare, how can we go back to those doll-childs at the hotel, with their so fine costumes, and so of-this-world-weary airs, now? You have no doll-houses, my infants, no fine toys that move by the machine-work within, no bicycles, no anything for play; what, then, does amuse you all the day's length in this most sleepy town?" The children stared at her with round, puzzled eyes.
"But the poor child's spirit is not, my Robare, and it is that of a free-born fisher-lass, who would not be dependent, even in its thought; leave Sara to me, my dear boy; I think it is that you may trust my discretions, is it not?"
Go back to your busy Chicago, my Robare, and work hard, and live the right, pure life for one year, then tell me what is your thought." "Must I, auntie?" It was with the old boyish voice and manner he said this, and his aunt broke into a laugh, though her eyes were wet. "You naughty child! Will you now obey your good tante, or not?" "Yes, ma'am, I will; but you will keep me posted?"
"For," thought she, "a girl who can write like that is of no common clay, and is bound to find her level. If it is to be as the wife of my Robare that she reaches it, have I any right to keep her back?"
The two looking down then caught a glimpse of a strong white hand, issuing from a black coat-sleeve, which was extended towards them, as the nervous-looking fingers grasped a ledge of rock preparatory to a spring, when the little man burst out, "Ha! Mine nevew! Robare, Robare, look! look dis way!"
"Yes, her 'love and reverence; can't you imagine just how she said it, with that little Priscilla touch which is so quaintly charming?" Then he told of Morton's revolt, and the advice he had given Sara, at her request; also the promise he had extorted. "And now, aunt, she must have help; not only advice, but other things perhaps." "Never from you, Robare!" sharply. "Of what are you thinking?"
"I did not look at him long, but I think he is," blushing a little. "And are not you the party my brother told me of yesterday? I did not think then it was the two gentlemen I had met who were so kind to him. Morton is not any too good at description!" "Morton, ah, yes, that ees the bright youth who did put my brave Robare to the rout! And he is thy brother, then?
"Ah, well, Robare," she said at last, "this is then your last evening here?" He shook himself a little, sat upright, took his hands from his pockets, and, forcing a smile, turned to her. "Yes, Aunt Felicie; and a nice way to spend it, glowering at the fire! Where's uncle?" "He has to that meeting gone at the Natural History building; I cannot its name remember. Why? had you a private word to say?"
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