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"Come on, Drumsheugh," said Jamie Soutar, "gie's the end o't; it wes a michty mornin'." "'We're twa auld fules, says MacLure tae me, and he gaithers up his claithes. 'It wud set us better tae be tellin' Bell. "She wes sleepin' on the top o' her bed wrapped in a plaid, fair worn oot wi' three weeks' nursin' o' Saunders, but at the first touch she was oot upon the floor.
That's what I shall tell my dear daddy; an' why? an' why? 'cos that's what my mammy comes an' tells me every night, wakin' an' sleepin' that's what she comes an' tells me, reia, in the waggin an' in the tent, an' aneath the sun an' aneath the stars an' that's what the fiery eyes of the Romany Sap says out o' the ferns an' the grass, an' in the Londra streets, whenever I thinks o' you.
An' so I jes' camped down under it, on the floor, an' then I slep' pretty well. In the mornin', when they came in, they asked me of I hadn't been asleep; an' I said, 'Yes, I never slep' better. An' they said, 'Why, you haven't been in the bed! An' says I, 'Laws, you didn't think o' sech a thing as my sleepin' in dat 'ar' bed, did you? I never heerd o' sech a thing in my life.
"Go yourself," said Willie, having gathered encouragement from the maternal source. "I'll go," wheezed Uncle Israel. "I can't sleep in no other bed. Ebeneezer's beds is all terrible drafty, and I took two colds at once sleepin' in one of 'em when I knowed better 'n to try it." He tottered out of the room, the very picture of wretchedness. "Was it not clever of Willie?" whispered Mrs.
"Why, what can be the matter with her?" "I dunno, ma'am," answered Mike. "Phoebe told me just as the wagon got there with the boxes an' trunks, an' nobody but me to help the man upstairs with 'em, an' said I must get away to the doctor's jes' as fast as I could drive. She said somethin' about her sleepin' in the garret and ketchin' cold, but she wouldn't let me stop to ax no questions.
An' it bein' so late an' me sleepin', too, it looks ez ef the warriors ought to hev us." "But they hevn't, Sol. All safe." "No, Tom, they hevn't got us, an' now, hevin' learned from your long an' volyble conversation that it ain't tomorrer an' that we are free, 'stead o' bein' taken captive an' bein' burned at the stake by the Injuns, I'm feelin' mighty fine."
Jonathan Hill's feed store. Mr. Hill was reading "Sartor Resartus" in his little office, the temperature of which must have been 95, and Mr. Dodd was perspiring when he got there. "It's come," said Mr. Dodd, sententiously. "What's come?" inquired Mr. Hill, mildly. "Isaac D.'s come, that's what," said Mr. Dodd. "I hain't b'en sleepin' well of nights, lately.
"How many blankets?" he inquired. "None," Kiddie answered. "Two ground sheets an' our sleepin' bags 'll be enough. An' we'll take the Indian teepee. It's better 'n a canvas tent. Shift all these fixin's inter the garden, an' then we'll start puttin' back everything we c'n do without. What d'you want the books for? You'll have no time fer readin'; we'll talk instead.
Gien onybody ever said it, mak ye speed and get yer health again, and syne ye can shaw him plain 'at he's a leear. 'But I tell ye, Kirsty, I ran awa! 'I fancy ye wud hae been naething but a muckle idiot gien ye hadna! Ye didna ley onybody in trouble! did ye noo? 'No a sowl 'at I ken o'. Na, I didna do that. The fac was but nae blame to them they a' gaed awa and left me my lane, sleepin.
Side by side with the finest passenger coaches that London sends stands the Canadian Pacific, with its dinin' and sleepin' cars, and you can form an idee about the richness on 'em when I tell you that the woodwork of 'em is pure mahogany. And then the other big railroads, not to be outdone, they have their finest and most elegant cars on show
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