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She changed the cloth on his head before replying. "Oh, I keep thinkin' it might be Teddy or Jimmy or maybe wee Danny," she replied gently, "and besides, there's Thursa." The young man opened his eyes and smiled bravely. "Yes, there's Thursa," he said simply. Pearl kept the fire burning in the kitchen the doctor might need hot water.
Arthur's got a girl. Her name is Thursa. He tells me about her, and showed me her picter. She is beautiful beyond compare, and awful savin' on her clothes. At first I thought she had a die-away-ducky look, but I guess it's because she was sorry Arthur was comin' away. August 9th. Mrs. Motherwell is gittin' kinder, I think.
"That's for Thursa," she said, gravely. Tom was awakened by some one shaking him gently. "Tom, Tom Motherwell, what are you doing here?" A woman knelt beside him; her eyes were sweet and kind and sad beyond expression. "Tom, how did you come here?" she asked, gently, as Tom struggled to rise. He sat up, staring stupidly around him. "Wha' 's a matter? Where's this?" he asked thickly.
"This is not the time to sleep," she said, yawning and shivering. Arthur's wash-basin stood on the floor beside the bed, where she had been bathing his face. She put more water into it. "Now then," she said, "once for his mother, once for his father, a big long one for Thursa," holding her head so long below the water that it felt numb, when she took it out.
But the wind and the barking of the dog drowned her voice, and the sound of the doctor's wheels grew fainter in the distance. Only for a moment was Pearl dismayed. "I'll catch him coming back," she said, "if I have to tie binding twine across the road to tangle up Pleurisy's long legs. He's on his way to Cowan's, I know. Ab Cowan has quinsy. Never mind, Thursa, we'll get him.
Git in there to the granary. Arthur's the sickest thing ye ever saw. Git in there on the double jump." She put the lantern into his hand as she spoke. Hastily unhitching the doctor's horse she felt her way with him into the driving shed. The night was at its blackest. "Now, Thursa," she laughed to herself, "we got him, and he'll do it, dear Doc, he'll do it."
I have a fancy that I would like no eye but yours to see them until I am quite well again." She nodded. "And if you...should have need...to write to Thursa, tell her I had loving hands around me...at the last." Pearl gently stroked his hand.
"Remember, Tom, he has a father and a mother and four brothers, and a girl called Thursa, and an uncle that is a bishop, and how'd we ever face them when we go to heaven if we just set around and let Arthur die?" "What is it, Pearl?" Mrs. Motherwell said coming into the room, having heard Pearl's excited tones. "It's Arthur, ma'am. Come out and see him. You'll see he needs the doctor.
"I was thinking of poor Thursa, far across the sea," he said, "what a shock it would be to her if Arthur was compelled to write home that he had changed his mind," and Camilla did not look nearly so angry as she should have, either. After supper there was another song from Arthur Wemyss, the young Englishman.
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