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That is " she stopped helplessly. "Oh, never mind about trying to explain," interposed Bertram. "I fancy the remedy would be worse than the disease, in this case." "Nonsense! I only meant that I like to be missed sometimes," retorted Billy, a little nettled. "And you rejoice then to have me mope, Cyril play dirges, and Will wander mournfully about the house with Spunkie in his arms!
This time she bore back in triumph a can of corn, another of tomatoes, and a glass jar of preserved peaches. In the kitchen a cheery bubbling from the potatoes on the stove greeted her. Billy's spirits rose with the steam. "There, Spunkie," she said gayly to the cat, who had just uncurled from a nap behind the stove. "Tell me I can't get up a dinner!
He told her, too, after a time, of the gray kitten, "Spunkie," that looked so much like Spunk. In reply he received plump white envelopes directed in the round, schoolboy hand that he remembered so well. In the envelopes were letters, cheery and entertaining, like Billy herself. They thanked him for all his many kindnesses, and they told him something of what Billy was doing.
Spunkie, be it known, was renewing her kittenhood, so potent was the influence of the dangling strings and rolling balls that she encountered everywhere; and Tommy Dunn, with Billy's help, was learning that not even a pair of crutches need keep a lonely little lad from a frolic.
He turned with a scowl on Wilson, and, "What the devil are you sniggering at?" he growled. Logan, the only senior who marked the byplay, thought him a hardy young spunkie. The moment the whisky had warmed the cockles of his heart Gourlay ceased to care a rap for the sniggerers.
You know there wasn't anything Billy missed so much as that kitten when she went abroad. Aunt Hannah said so." "Yes, I know," Bertram had laughed; "but still, Spunkie isn't Spunk, you understand!" he had finished, with a vision in his eyes of Billy as she had looked that first night when she had triumphantly lifted from the green basket the little gray kitten with its enormous pink bow.
Only gin the mistress speirs onything aboot it, what am I to say? 'Bide till she speirs. Auld Spunkie says, "Ready-made answers are aye to seek." 'I'll luik and see. Wadna ye like it het up? 'Ow ay, gin ye binna lang aboot it. Suddenly a bell rang, shrill and peremptory, right above Shargar's head, causing in him a responsive increase of trembling. 'Haud oot o' my gait.
"You are so good, all of you! But you didn't you really didn't think I WAS coming!" she protested. "Indeed we did," asserted Bertram, promptly; "and we have done everything to get ready for you, too, even to rigging up Spunkie to masquerade as Spunk.
"Spunkie," he was saying, "your master, Bertram, got married to-day and to Miss Billy. He'll be bringing her home one of these days your new mistress. And such a mistress! Never did cat or house have a better! That girl was Miss Billy, and she was a dear then, just as she is now, only now she's coming here to stay.
There, however, the man, in spite of the young woman's gay badinage, fell to dozing in the big chair before the fire, leaving Billy with only Spunkie for company Spunkie, who, disdaining every effort to entice her into a romp, only winked and blinked stupid eyes, and finally curled herself on the rug for a nap. Billy, left to her own devices, glanced at her watch. Half-past seven!
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