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And that night they left for Silverside without him. During that week-end at Silverside Boots behaved like a school-lad run wild. With Drina's hand in his, half a dozen dogs as advanced guard, and heavily flanked by the Gerard battalion, he scoured the moorlands from Surf Point to the Hither Woods; from Wonder Head to Sky Pond.
Bets flew as the excitement grew, Eileen confining hers to gloves and bonbons, and Selwyn loyally taking any offers of any kind as he uncompromisingly backed Gerald and Boots in the new motor-boat the Blue Streak Austin's contribution to the Silverside navy.
"Alas! for education!" Selwyn laughed and turned to Gerald. "I hunted high and low for you before I came to Silverside. You found my note?" "Yes; I I'll explain later," said the boy, colouring. "Come ahead, Eily; Boots and I will take you on at tennis and Philip, too. We've an hour or so before luncheon. Is it a go?"
"Why, what have we here in the charge-sheet? `Agnes Silverside, alias Smith, alias Downes, alias May! Hast thou had four husbands, old witch, or how comest by so many names?" "Sir," was the quiet answer, "my name is Smith from my father, and I have been thrice wed."
"Why, my dear hearts!" cried old Mrs Silverside, as the children came in. "How won ye hither?" "Please, we haven't been naughty," said Will, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. "Father's come too, so it's all right," added Cissy in a satisfied tone. Mrs Silverside turned to Robert Purcas. "Is not here a lesson for thee and me, my brother?
Old Agnes Silverside, the priest's widow, sat with her hands clasped, and her eyes fixed on the preacher. As he ended, she laid her hand upon Rose Allen's. "My maid," she said, "never mind the wilderness. The stones be sharp, and the sun scorching, and the thirst sore: but one sight of the King in the Golden City shall make up for all!" Ten shillings; this was then the largest coin made.
"When I was here as a boy there were no fine estates, no great houses, no country clubs, no game preserves only a few fishermen's hovels along the Bay of Shoals, and Frigate Light yonder. . . . Then Austin built Silverside out of a much simpler, grand-paternal bungalow; then came Sanxon Orchil and erected Hitherwood House on the foundations of his maternal great-grandfather's cabin; and then the others came; the Minsters built gorgeous Brookminster you can just make out their big summer palace that white spot beyond Surf Point! and then the Lawns came and built Southlawn; and, beyond, the Siowitha people arrived on scout, land-hungry and rich; and the tiny hamlet of Wyossett grew rapidly into the town it now is.
"Now then, who goes home?" cried the cheerful voice of Mrs Wade, when the sermon was over. "You, Mistress Benold? you, Alice Mount? you, Meg Thurston? You'd best hap your mantle well about your head. Mistress Silverside, this sharp even: yon hood of yours is not so thick, and you are not so young as you were once. Now, Adrian Purcas, thee be off with Johnson and Mount; thou'rt not for my money.
"Thou art friends with Alice Mount, of Bentley, and she knows Mistress Ewring, the miller's wife." "Ay; well, what so?" "Bid Alice Mount tell Master Ewring there's like to be a writ out against him for heresy and contumaciousness toward the Church. Never mind how I got to know; I know it, and that's enough. He, and Mistress Silverside, and Johnson, of Thorpe, be like enough to come into court.
They sat in soulful rows upon the veranda at Silverside; they played guitars at her in canoes, accompanying the stringy thrumming with the peculiarly exasperating vocal noises made only by very young undergraduates; they rode with her and Nina; they pervaded her vicinity with a tireless constancy amounting to obsession.
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