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Jo, she was off like a humming-bird, followed by Robby, dribbling huckleberry juice as he ran.
She puts me mighty much in mine ob dem days wen we war all young togedder; wen Miss Nancy sed, 'Harriet war too high fer her. It jis' seems like yisterday wen I yeard Miss Nancy say, 'No house could flourish whar dere war two mistresses. Well, Mr. Robert " "Oh, no, no, Uncle Daniel," interrupted Robert, "don't say that! Call me Robby or Bob, just as you used to."
I have a fancy for climbing up those rocks to see how high I can get. Who will follow?" "Oh, do not go, do not go, young gentleman," cried Robby, who saw the danger they were running. "You may slip and break your legs, or be drowned if you fall into the water." The boys disregarded his warnings, and Norman eager to show his bravery began to climb the rocks.
"The second time was just before daybreak. I didn't go for her that time. She come of her own accord said she jest couldn't git back to sleep. She loves children, Mr. Mostyn, an' she seems to think as much o' Robby as if he was her own. I ketched 'er cryin' last night when she was settin' waitin' in the dark for 'im to git to sleep.
"No, young gentleman, he is my grandson," was the answer, "he is the only one alive of all my family, and I am to him as father and mother, and nurse and playmate. Am I not, Robby?" "Yes, grandfather," answered the child, looking up affectionately at the old man, "I do not want any one to play with but you." "Would you not like a ride in our little carriage?" asked Fanny.
Not very far from the College they entered a small, two-storied stone house, which but for an iron railing and a shrub or two gave right on the street. "Will you come up to the study?" said Miss Isabella, smiling warmly, and ogling the door-mat. "I'm sure Robby would like to see you at once." Robby? Her saint called Robby? Laura blushed.
My room is a neat little spot 'off the parlor' just big enough for the bed and me. Over the head of my bed there is a picture of Robby Burns standing at Highland Mary's grave, shadowed by an enormous weeping willow tree. Robby's face is so lugubrious that it is no wonder I have bad dreams. Why, the first night I was here I dreamed I COULDN'T LAUGH. "The parlor is tiny and neat.
Be at the bars at five o'clock, and Silas will come for you all." Robby cast himself upon his mother in a burst of gratitude, promising to bring her every berry he picked, and not eat one.
I love you and Annie and Robby, and it is wrong for you to talk this way when I'm so worried about the baby. You are not a cold-blooded murderer, are you? Well, you will make yourself out one if you let silly false pride stand between you and that sweet young life. Why, I would never get over it. It would haunt me night and day.
"Well, Bobby, I beliebs we might be a people ef it warn't for dat mizzable drink. An' Robby, I jis' tells yer what I wants; I wants some libe man to come down yere an' splain things ter dese people. I don't mean a politic man, but a man who'll larn dese people how to bring up dere chillen, to keep our gals straight, an' our boys from runnin' in de saloons an' gamblin' dens."
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