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"You have paid well for your mistake by twelve years of exile, and as for the money, we'll take that back with us." Timmie smiled. "I'll be happy for the first time in twelve years when it's gone," he said. "I say, Major," exclaimed Bruce, "I've been thinking of those white reindeer. Don't you suppose that solves the problem of Peary's white reindeer?"
Aunt Timmie straightened in her chair and her eyes rolled at him in terror. "You'se lyin'," she said huskily. The heat of vindicated vanity was in Zack's blood, and nothing would have kept him from rushing into details; dwelling upon each, and making them swell in all directions as he watched her ponderous frame heave with excitement.
And I couldn't help stopping to think about the dogs I'd known and loved, the dogs who once meant so much in my life: Chinkie's Bingo, with his big baptizing tongue and his momentary rainbow as he emerged from the water and shook himself with my stick still in his mouth; Timmie with his ineradicable hatred for cats; Maxie with all his tricks and his singsong of howls when the piano played; Schnider, with his mania for my slippers and undies, which he carried into most unexpected quarters; and Gyp, God bless him, who was so homely of face and form but so true blue in temper and trust.
It had an effect of pleasing him, and he banteringly advanced another moral axiom: "There are worse misfortunes than being poor!" "That may be, Colonel," he sighed. "I'm not familiar with all the tortures. Anyway, I'll bury the issue, along with my nose, in the delectable juleps Timmie is bringing."
Even Aunt Timmie, the ebony font of wisdom, had but recently looked slyly at her, remarking: "'Foh long we's gwine to have a weddin' in a private cyar!" She now strolled on beneath the trees, beneath giant clinging wild grape and trumpet vines, to a circle of low spreading cedars, wherein lay a carpet of odorous tanbark. It was a favorite spot with her.
It was not an exhibition of which a Fearless Firer might have been proud, nor did the screams of laughter greeting it serve to palliate his anger. But it was neither fun nor anger with Aunt Timmie. Her mind was a torment of fear lest he be maimed for life. Since early morning she had employed every art, every diplomatic ruse in which her race is so proficient, to avoid this dangerous pastime.
But that beast wouldn't care, if he could make them pay more for his farm!" A strangely beautiful light swept across the wrinkled face. "Look up at me, chile, an' say dat fu'st agin!" Nancy raised her flushed cheeks and gazed into the age-marked eyes of her black inquisitor. Then slowly she repeated: "I ain't bad, Aunt Timmie!"
I been thinkin' I'd as lief take the skiff an' go fetch her home." "Go the morrow, Tom," said I. "I was thinkin' I would, Davy, by your leave. Not," he added, hastily, "that I'm afeared she've come t' harm. She's too scared o' hell for that. But I'm troubled. An' I'm thinkin' she might want a chance home." He rose. "Tom," said I, "do you take Timmie Lovejoy an' Will Watt with you.
Then suddenly the hall door opened with a jangle, there were steps in the hall, and Old Timmie Carthewe the sexton appeared in the dining-room. He had a goat's face and a body like a hairpin. "Rector's not been to service," he said. "There's Miss Dunnett and Mrs. Giles and the two Miss Backshaws. I'm feared he's forgotten." Maggie started up.
Old Doctor Meal would open his saddle-bags and mix it, along with a toddy to make it palatable; then he would build a toddy for himself, and sit down to talk. Of course, the Colonel swore by him! Nancy had long since been brought over to the big house, because neither the Colonel nor Aunt Timmie would consent to her going home both through purely different motives.
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