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Tasker's head was seen wrestling fiercely with its back collar-stud. "Mr. Tredgold!" said a sharp voice from above. Mr. Tredgold sprang to his feet, overturning the chair in his haste, and gazed aloft. "Miss Drewitt!" he cried, in accents of intense surprise. "I am coming down," said the voice. "Pray be careful," said Mr. Tredgold, anxiously; "it is very dark. Can I help you?"
"My my foot's gone to sleep," he stammered. "Ho! Well, you must be careful how you get down," said the captain, climbing on to the platform. "Now, gently." He put the telescope back into the cask, and, beckoning Mr. Tasker to ascend, took Mr. Chalk in a firm grasp and lowered him until he was able to reach Mr. Tasker's face with his foot. After that the descent was easy, and Mr.
"What d'ye think I should want to buy clothes for your young'uns for? That's your duty. And Selina, too; I haven't given 'er anything except a ring, and she lent me the money for that. D'ye think I'm made o' money?" "All right, Joseph," said Mr. Vickers, secretly incensed at this unforeseen display of caution on Mr. Tasker's part. "I s'pose the fairies come and put'em on while they was asleep.
"I saw them go into church looking very smart. And you know nothing about it?" Mr. Tasker's astonishment was too genuine to be mistaken, and the captain, watching him closely, transferred his suspicions to a more deserving object. Mr. Vickers caught his eye and essayed a smile. "Dry work talking, sir," he said, gently. Captain Bowers eyed him steadily. "Have we got any beer, Joseph?" he inquired.
She explained to the publican that this was a great English knight travelling from the Monastery to the court of Scotland, after having paid his vows to Saint Mary, and that she had been directed to conduct him so far on the road; and that Ball, her palfrey, had fallen by the way, because he had been over-wrought with carrying home the last melder of meal to the portioner of Langhope; and that she had turned in Ball to graze in the Tasker's park, near Cripplecross, for he had stood as still as Lot's wife with very weariness; and that the knight had courteously insisted she should ride behind him, and that she had brought him to her kend friend's hostelry rather than to proud Peter Peddie's, who got his malt at the Mellerstane mills; and that he must get the best that the house afforded, and that he must get it ready in a moment of time, and that she was ready to help in the kitchen.
"My my foot's gone to sleep," he stammered. "Ho! Well, you must be careful how you get down," said the captain, climbing on to the platform. "Now, gently." He put the telescope back into the cask, and, beckoning Mr. Tasker to ascend, took Mr. Chalk in a firm grasp and lowered him until he was able to reach Mr. Tasker's face with his foot. After that the descent was easy, and Mr.
"It's very late, but I wanted to see him rather particularly," he murmured, as he stepped into the room. "Miss Drewitt's in the garden," said Joseph. Mr. Tredgold started and eyed him suspiciously. Mr. Tasker's face, however, preserving its usual appearance of stolid simplicity, his features relaxed and he became thoughtful again. "Perhaps I might go into the garden," he suggested.
"I borrowed him from our host at the Gled's-Nest," she replied; and added, half stifling a laugh, "he has sent to get, instead of it, our Ball, which I left in the Tasker's Park at Cripplecross. He will be lucky if he find it there." "And if he does lose his horse," said Mysie, laughing, "surely he is not the first man on the marches who has had such a mischance.
Tasker's second infringement of discipline occurred to him, and, stretching out his hand, he rang the bell. "Has that young woman gone?" he inquired, cautiously, as Mr. Tasker appeared. "Yessir," was the reply. "What about your articles?" demanded the captain, with sudden loudness. "What do you mean by it?" Mr. Tasker eyed him forlornly. "It ain't my fault," he said, at last. "I don't want her."
Mother looked very grave, and she so seldom reproved any of the children, that they felt this to be a solemn occasion, and their little serious faces were all turned upon Bridget. She could not bear it. As her mother left the room she started up abruptly, upsetting her cup and saucer, and, heedless of Miss Tasker's warning voice, rushed out into the garden blinded with her tears.
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