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"He can't know how many of his wild relatives I have stuck, else I should set it down to revenge. What a mess he has made of me! I shall have to throw myself in the river, like a Hindoo, for purification. It's a good thing I've got some more clothes in my portmanteau." Saffy laughed right merrily over his fall and the fun he made of it; but Mark looked concerned.
"Ah but, papa," said Hester, "Corney didn't say the people of the aquarium, but the people at the aquarium!" "Two of you are too many for me!" returned the father playfully. "Well, then, Saffy, let us go and see the people of and the people at the aquarium. Which do you want to see, Hester?" "Oh, the fishes of course, papa!" "Why of course?"
"Wouldn't it be better to give them some fresh water?" said little Saffy, "that would make them glad." To this wisdom there was no response. When they came to the door of the concert-room, Cornelius turned into it, leaving his "friend" with his "people" to go and look at the fishes. Mr. Vavasor kept his place by the side of Hester.
"O-oh!" returned Saffy; and both her look and her tone said, "Where is the good of it then?" as she stood by her mother's side in momentary check. Not a word did Mark utter, but his face shone as if it had been heaven he was going to. No color, only light came to the surface of it, and broke in the loveliest smile. When Mark smiled, his whole body and being smiled.
Butler, and one at the same time from Mr. Andrews, an Irish gentleman, a merchant at Saffy. The Moors were not so troublesome now as before, most of them going off with what they had got. On the 5th the drowned stock was entirely consumed, and at low water the people were employed in collecting muscles. At ten in the morning, Mr.
When she returned to the dining-room Cornelius was gone, but the rest were still at the table. She told them that God had given them a beautiful house in the country, with hills and woods and a swift-flowing river. Saffy clapped her hands, cried, "Oh, mammah!" and could hardly sit on her chair till she had done speaking. Mark was perfectly still, his eyes looking like ears.
Is that it?" "I don't know," sobbed Saffy. "You shouldn't laugh at her, Corney: it hurts her!" said Hester. "The little fool! How could that hurt her? It's nothing but temper!" said Cornelius with vexation. He was not vexed that he had made her cry, but vexed that she cried. "You should have a little more sympathy with childhood, Cornelius," said his father.
To Saffy and Mark their playroom seemed transformed into a temple; they were almost afraid to enter it. Every noise in it sounded twice as loud as before, and every muddy shoe made a print.
"I wish I knew why God made such ugly creatures," said Saffy to Mark. The boy gave a curious half-sad smile, without turning his eyes from the thornback, and said nothing. "Do you know why God made any creatures, pet?" said Hester. "No, I don't. Why did he, Hessy?" "I am almost afraid to guess. But if you don't know why he made any, why should you wonder that he made those?"
And yet I don't know," she added, correcting herself; "it is true the things that delight Saffy are a contempt to Mark; but I am sorry to say the things Mark delights in, Saffy says are so dull; there is hardly a giant in them!" As they talked Vavasor had seated himself on the fir-spoil beside her.
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