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Miss Sallianna listened with great equanimity to this outburst, and smiling, and gently fanning Verty, said, when he had ceased speaking: "Don't agitate yourself, my dear friend. I suspected this. You misunderstand my paternal counsel in suggesting to you a suspicionative exemplification of dear little Reddy.
Even as he spoke, the far distance pushed a blinding mass toward them, and a dozen heavy drops began to fall. "We cannot get back!" cried Ralph. "But we can reach the house at the foot of the hill!" said Fanny. "No time to lose!" And so saying, Verty took Redbud's hand, and leaving Fanny to Ralph, hastened down the hill. Before they had gone twenty steps, the thunder gust burst on them furiously.
You look as wo-begone as the individual who drew Priam's curtain at the dead of night. Come! my young savage, why are you so sad?" Verty sat down, murmuring something. "Speak out!" said Mr. Roundjacket, wiping his pen. "I'm not very sad," Verty replied, looking perfectly disconsolate "what made you think so, Mr. Roundjacket?" "Your physiognomy, my young friend.
Then commenced, on the part of Mr. Roundjacket, an eloquent and animated remonstrance with Verty on the impropriety of that proceeding which he had just been guilty of. It was unfeeling, and barbarous, and unheard of, the poet observed, and but one thing induced him to pardon it the wild bringing up of the young man, which naturally rendered him incapable of appreciating a great work of art.
Roundjacket indicated the garments which reached to Verty's knees, with the end of his ruler. "Well," said Mr. Rush ton, smiling, "I should think you might have them changed without troubling me, Verty." The boy raised his head with a smile. "How would you like a new suit of clothes?" "I don't want any, sir." "But these won't do." "Why not, sir?" "They're too primitive, you cub.
Roundjacket, mounted Cloud, called Longears, and rode home. On the following morning events happened pretty much as Mr. Roundjacket had predicted. Verty wrote for some moments then stopped; then wrote again for one moment then twirled, bit, and finally threw down his pen. Roundjacket chuckled, and observed that there was much injustice done him in not elevating him to the dignity of prophet.
"Oh, the paper!" said Verty, smiling; "you don't mean " "I mean everything," said Roundjacket; "I predicted, on that occasion, that I expected to be laid up, and I am, sir." This was adroit in Roundjacket. It was one of those skillful equivocations, by means of which a man saves his character for consistency and judgment, without forfeiting his character for truth.
This, with the crackle of the twigs, was all which disturbed the silence of the solitary lodge. The silence lasted for half an hour, at the end of which time Verty changed his position, and sighed. Then looking at the old woman with great affection, the young man said: "I was thinking who I was; and I wanted to ask you, ma mere tell me."
Verty did not even smile, though he remained for a moment motionless, looking at Mr. Jinks. Then touching Cloud with his heel, he set forward again, followed by the dignified Longears. As for Longears, we regret to say, that, on the occasion in question, he did not comport himself with that high decorum and stately courtesy which were such distinguishing traits in his elevated character.
And so, sir, you don't think there's any objection to my marrying?" "Hum! the subject of marrying again!" "Yes, sir," Verty replied, smiling; "I thought I'd marry Redbud." "Who? that little Redbud!" "Yes, sir," said Verty, "I think I'm in love with her." Roundjacket stood amazed at such extraordinary simplicity.
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