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He had filled it with pictures of cavalry on plunging chargers, trains of artillery rushing into battle, sailing ships in heavy seas. Roddy's mind was possessed by images of danger and adventure. He flourished off the last wave of battle-smoke, and shut the sketch-book with a snap. Mamma knew perfectly well where Papa was. Roddy knew. Catty and Maggie the cook knew. Everybody in the village knew.
"Naw, suh, boss. Naw, suh!" "Not at all?" Roddy began to wilt again. "Well, it might uv been dis way, boss, possibilly. 'Long 'bout 'leven I kinder remembuhs jes' a sort uv nap, mo' like a slip, boss." He coughed and spoke desperately: "You see, boss, when it gits a little quiet at night, seems to me, why, right den, ev'y nigger I knows is got a hinge in his neck.
A faint light stole through the latticed window, and I could dimly see that she was in white, with her black hair loose upon her shoulders. "You won't forget us, Roddy? You won't forget us?" "Why, mother, what is it?" "Your uncle, Roddy he is going to take you away from us." "When, mother?" "To-morrow."
"Little Roddy seemed to know just what to do; for as there were some berries growing close to him, while he held his basket in one hand he picked some more berries and fed them to the little bear. Then I did the same to the one that had been eating out of my dish.
And Mamma was sure you wouldn't be, or that if you were it would be for some bad reason like being sorry for Miss Thompson. As long as Roddy was in the room Mary was sorry for Miss Thompson. And when she was left alone with her she was frightened. The squeezing and dragging under her waist began when Miss Thompson pushed her gentle, mournful face close up to see what she was doing.
Her mind swung, like a pendulum, from one side to the other, and at last she fell asleep, still undecided, but still thinking of him. The next morning she went out with Roddy for her usual before-breakfast run. It seemed that the Marquess also was an early riser; for she saw his figure, pacing one of the walks, his eyes fixed on the ground.
Indeed, he did want to go! Brother and Sister took turns leading him, and before they had gone very far they met Nellie Yarrow. She offered to go with them and she was much interested to hear that there was a new sandbox in the Morrison yard. "I'll come over and play with you this afternoon," she promised. "Let me lead Brownie, Roddy?" Brother gave her the leash, watching her anxiously.
Roddy rose from the floor. He drew himself up, stretching out his arms in a crucified attitude, and grinned at her. "Do you suppose," he said, "I'd let you?" He grinned at Uncle Edward and Uncle Victor as they came in. "Uncle Victor," she said, "Why should Roddy go away? If it's Maggie, we don't really want her. I'll do Catty's work and he'll do the garden. So he can stay, can't he?"
Perhaps if Sam had not been there, Roddy could have unbosomed himself. He had no doubt of his own virtue in this affair, and he was conscious that he had acted in good faith throughout though, perhaps, a little impulsively.
"No, not like that," she murmured. "In the old way." There was a long embrace. "I wouldn't do it," she said, "I don't believe I'd have the courage to do it, if it were just me. But there's some one else I've made some one a promise. I can't tell you about that. Now please go back and sit over there where you were, where we can talk quietly. Oh, Roddy, I love you so! No, please go back, old man!
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