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I said to him calmly, as he reached me at the corner. "Well!" he replied, "if yer think so! When you gave me the money for herrings as yer didn't want, I thought you was training for a lunatic 'sylum. Now I thinks all the people round here are fit company for yer. But what'll I do with the herrings, if yer don't want 'em and they won't have 'em?" "We will try again together," I replied.
'Fer what? Uncle Eb enquired. 'Fer the 'sylum, I guess, he answered, with a faint smile. 'Ye don' need no more practice, Uncle Eb answered. 'Looks t' me as though ye was purty well prepared. To me there was a touch of pathos in this show of the deeper things in Tip's nature that had been kindled to eruption by my spouting.
If you had some, all your own, Anna, you'd see it don't do no harm to let them do a little as they like, and Julia likes this baby so, and sweet dear little boy, it would be so kind of bad to send him to a 'sylum now, you know it would Anna, when you like children so yourself, and are so good to my Willie all the time.
We'll do better for her than that." "Is you goin' to sen' her to the 'sylum?" asked the woman. "The asylum!" exclaimed Corny. "No, indeed! You'll see. She's to live here, but she's not to sell pepper-pods, or anything else." "Well, young missy," said the woman, "you better buy 'em of her. I reckon she'll sell out for 'bout fourpence."
"Th' row goin' on was suthin' terrible; a' 'sylum full o' ravin' lunatics on th' rampage couldn't have made more noise; an' them that hadn't been hurt was beginnin' t' feel as bad as them that was, when someone scrambles down th' companionway. "It was McClosky, th' second mate, whose watch on deck it was.
She knowed the place and got off the train by herself and come right up to the house. And Red Coat might 'a' bit the po' child traipsin' 'long in the dark. You got to shut that dog up nights," she said, as if every evening was to bring a little lost Anne wandering into danger. "To think of puttin' a po' little motherless, fatherless thing in a 'sylum," she continued.
"I knowed Benedict up to the time when he lost his mind, an' was packed off to the 'Sylum, an' I never seen 'im agin till I seen 'im in the Sevenoaks' poor-house. I come acrost his little boy one night on the hill, when I was a trampin' home. He hadn't nothin' on but rags, an' he was as blue an' hungry as a spring bar.
"I guess he didn't either," was the dry response. "He ought to be ready to stop chasing girls after this," she declared. "He won't if he can walk; his kind never does quit." "Then his kind ought to be locked up somewhere like mad dogs. In a 'sylum, maybe." "I guess you're right on that, Mary. They're dangerous." "Funny we didn't know he'd been up there, going past our house.
"Born here and bred here, and been watchin' the place going down for the last twenty years, turnin' from a decent residential neighbourhood to a collection of schools and lodgin' houses, losin' clarse every year. Why the biggest house here is owned by a chap that sells patent food, there's two socialists on the town council, and the Mayor last year was Hoover, a chap that owns a lunatic 'sylum.
"I dunno when I've set up so late," the good woman said to her husband, as she wound up the clock. "It's near nine o'clock. But one thing I tell you, Peter Collins, afore I get a mite of sleep Nobody's going to send that po' child back to the 'sylum she's runned away from. Tain't no use for you to say a word." "Is I said a word?" asked Mr. Collins.
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