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She did not favor, though, the sociability that drunken sailors manifested several times when going from the saloons on Water Street down to their vessels at the wharf in which the lane ended. They would stagger against the house, pushing one another and bombarding it. Aunt Stanshy was on hand, though.
"He would say you were a very sensible woman," said Charlie, and Aunt Stanshy went. The club admired the rowing of Will Somers as he performed with bare arms and showed a "fearful muscle." The boat was a very large one accommodating all-the party, but the oars-man refused to have any help, and progress was slow. At last the other side of the river was reached in safety.
"It must be evident to you that a man cannot successfully read about the grinding of corn, and yet be grinding corn in his mouth at the same time." Then he broke out into a roar, "Stand out in the floor! You may do any further grinding there. Stop after school, also!" Unfortunate Charlie! When he went home at a late hour Aunt Stanshy was disposed to rebuke him for his tardiness.
He bore a terrible broom, and Aunt Stanshy recalled the fact that it had served as mast for the Neponset. "Who goeth there?" cried the valorous Pip. "Aunt Stanshy," said a feeble voice. "Advanth and give the counterthign?" "I can't." Pip leveled his broom at once. Poor Stanshy, how she wished she had made her will. "Bang!" he shouted. Could she survive this? "Thay pertatoeth!" he whispered.
But the monkey did not have time to continue his resemblance to the fair owner any longer, for the shadow of a broom fell over him, and if he had not made a very nimble spring for the spout, something besides a shadow would have fallen upon him, even the broom itself. This was now seen at the window, and Aunt Stanshy behind it.
Then they stood and followed with their eyes the vessel in its flight. She passed Forbes' Island, passed the light-house, passed Rocky Reef, passed out of sight. That day, at twilight, Charlie went to Mr. Walton's house. The clergyman's mother received a message which Charlie brought from Aunt Stanshy, and asked him to come in.
She looked at the fair home by the sea, and then looked again, but she could not seem to positively identify it. "And still I have seen it before," she affirmed. To identify the spot was like trying to get hold of the exact form of a ship that partially breaks through the fog and then recedes, ever coming yet ever vanishing. "There goes a man drunk, Aunt Stanshy."
"He's an Italian boy, and his father is away off." "Couldn't you get him into your class?" "I might try." "I will make the club an offer. If they will get five boys into school and keep them there two months, I will give them a banner." Charlie was delighted and promised to tell the boys in the club. Mr. Walton here left Charlie and Aunt Stanshy, and went to his home.
"Auntie, what do you think a couple of standing up collars would cost?" "A standing up collar, Charles Pitt! What do you want that for?" "Why, we have a pammerrammer to-morrow, and I am the one to 'splain it; that is, me or the governor." "He is gettin' to be a man!" thought Aunt Stanshy in sorrow. "A pammerrammer!" she inquired. "I most get into that. Do you have spectators?" "O, yes.
Charlie furnished a box, and Wort brought fresh straw from his stable. The box with its occupant was laid in the grave, and the pitiful face of the monkey was then covered up forever. Aunt Stanshy had often said she would never have boarders, and she would "go to the almshouse first," yes, she "would." One day, though, there came to the house a frank, lively, irrepressible young man of nineteen.
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