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It was her stepmother's pet grievance that "Sairay was allers at them books," which was hardly true; for the girl took all the care of her younger brother and sister, and much of the baby, while not a few of the household duties devolved upon her.
"All mine? Why, who told you? Some of them you could never have found, I'm sure." Bertha blushed, but Jasper spoke up bravely, "Oh, I showed her. She's a great climber as you used to be, Sairay." "That was nice of you, Jasper! So you know the 'Mermaid's Castle, and the pine walk, and all?" Bertha assented, then turned the subject to Mrs.
"You know I would, father!" "Waal, waal, yes, I s'posed ye would, Sairay. I really did, naow; only he ain't jest the same to ye as the twins, to be shore, so I jest thort I'd ask, thet's all, Sairay." He nodded at her once or twice in a conciliatory way, then turned back to his fire-gazing for a long moment, after which he rose stiffly, with a half moan of reluctance.
I do hope they ain't got any such wind out to the Banks! You ain't asked me about the funeral, Sairay." "I was so busy, mother; were there many there?" "E'enamost a hundred, I should think; they come from as far away as Norcross an' Weskisset. Then there was the Pettibones, an' the Hornblowers, an' the Scrantouns. Oh, 'twas a grand buryin'!"
He's a likely little chap, eh, Sairay?" "Yes, father; he's a dear baby!" He turned a little, and glanced back at his wife, who stood across the room reeling off twine, and, hitching his chair a trifle nearer the girl, said in a lower voice, "Sairay, ef 't should ever happen 't they was left to you to look arter, all three on 'em, would ye be good to the little fellar too, eh?"
Mother was sure you'd get there about midnight, and saw signs and warnings in everything." He laughed cheerily. "Oh, she enjoys it, Sairay; don't 'grudge her that comfort, for a'ter all we mostly gets home safe, barrin' a broken rib perhaps, or a finger. I've had three falls from the rigging, and one wreck, and I'm pretty lively yet!" A general movement seawards interrupted them.
"Wall, we'd better set to," sniffed Mrs. Updyke, fitting on a huge steel thimble open at the top; "they ain't much arternoons to these short days, anyhow. I'll take this star, an' you, Sairay, may work on the next, so't I kin kinder watch ye. 'Twon't do to hev any botch-work on this quilt." Sara obeyed, but not with alacrity. It only needed the added discomfort of Mrs.
This was the final scene, the actual start. He held out his hand quickly. "Well, good-by, Sairay." "Good-by, Jasper. You'll look after father? That is, he's getting old, you know, and if anything should happen" "I won't forgit, Sairay. I'm on the Sea Gull, but I'll see him now and then. Good-by."
It seems to me, if God is so great that even the winds and the sea obey him, he might warn us in other finer, higher ways if he wished to; besides, why should he warn us when he knows he is doing everything for our best good? You don't warn the baby when you give him medicine, even though you know he won't like taking it." "Sairay!
"Good-morning, Sairay," he said respectfully; "we've got a fine day for the start, a'ter all." "Yes, Jasper, very fine, and I'm glad enough. The last start was dreadful! I cried all the next night, for, don't you remember? the wind kept rising till it was a perfect gale, and I couldn't help thinking of that dreadful Mare's Head Point.
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