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"Stop, stop, old David!" interrupted Twitt, suddenly holding up his hand "Ye takes my breath away!" They all laughed, Reay's hearty tones ringing above the rest. "Oh, I should know what to do with them!" he said; "but I wouldn't spend them on my own selfish pleasures that I swear! For one thing, I'd run a daily newspaper on honest lines " "It wouldn't sell!" observed Helmsley, drily.
"And you shall not break your word," he said, kissing her. "You are so true, my Mary, that I wouldn't tempt you to change one word or even half a word of what you have said to any one, living or dead. When do you want to take this journey?" "To-morrow, or the next day," she said. "I'll ask Mrs. Twitt to see to the house and look after Charlie, and I'll be back again as quickly as I can.
Twitt seemed rather sorry for this commonplace end to what she imagined was a thrilling incident "But the way that bird looked at me was somethin' awful! An' when I 'eerd as 'ow you'd found a friend o' yer father's a' trampin' an' wanderin' an' 'ad took 'im in to board an' lodge on trust, I sez to Twitt 'There you've got the meanin' o' that sea-gull!
Indeed, on this point they were inflexible, and as Mrs. Twitt remarked on one occasion, with a pious rolling-up of the whites of her eyes "To see that little black man with the 'igh stomach a-walkin' about this village is enough to turn a baby's bottle sour!
"Poor, bitter-hearted man! He must be very wretched in himself to be so cantankerous to others." "Well, don't let him bury me!" said Helmsley "That's all I ask. I'd much rather Twitt dug a hole in the seashore and put my body into it himself, without any prayers at all, than have a prayer croaked over me by that clerical raven! Remember that!" "I'll remember!"
"You'll have to do some of that for me soon!" said Helmsley on one of these occasions, pointing up with his stick at the board over Twitt's door, which said "Good Grave-Work Guaranteed:" Twitt rolled his eyes slowly up in the direction indicated, smiled, and rolled them down again. "So I will, so I will!" he replied cheerfully "An I'll charge ye nothin' either.
The score was eight to two in favor of Wyndham when the 'Porters began connecting with Newbert's twists, and they hammered in three earned runs before the shift was made. Twitt Crowell was sent in to save the day, but if he hadn't had luck, they'd kept right on. It was his backing that checked the stampede." "The Clearporters always have been heavy batters," said Eliot.
It was impossible not to derive a sense of fun from his shining eyes and beaming countenance, and Angus Reay gave himself up to the enjoyment of the moment, and laughed again and again. "So you think he's gone altogether, eh?" he said, when he could speak. "Oh, 'e's gone all right!" rejoined Twitt placidly.
"Tide's comin' in," said Twitt, after listening a minute or two "An' that minds me o' what I was goin' to tell ye about Tom o' the Gleam. After the inkwist, the gypsies came forward an' claimed the bodies o' Tom an' 'is Kiddie, an' they was buried accordin' to Tom's own wish, which it seems 'e'd told one of 'is gypsy pals to see as was carried out whenever an' wheresoever 'e died.
"And the only true thing about that hepitaph," continued Twitt, folding up the paper again and returning it to its former receptacle, "is the words 'Here Lies." Helmsley laughed, and Twitt laughed with him.
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