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On and on, and up and up, went Mary and Tom, in this the girl's first big sky ride. The earth below seemed farther and farther away. The wide, green fields became little emerald squares, and the houses like those in a toy Noah's ark. Down below, Mr. Wakefield Damon, who had hurried over from his home in Waterfield to see Tom Swift, gazed aloft at the fast disappearing aeroplane and its passengers.
He winnot joomp eawt ov th' window, dosto thenk, lad? Re-enter MRS. C. with wine. GER. drinks. Col. G. Why should he do that? Do you know anything about him? Tho. Aw do. Col. G. Has he seen you here? Tho. No. Aw're afeard he'd roon away, and aw keepet snoog. Col. G. I needn't ask who it is, then? Tho. Yo needn't, lad. Enter WATERFIELD. Tho. Mo conscience! he'll pike eawt afoor aw geet howd on him!
"Well, Massa Tom, am yo' gwine out in yo' flyin' machine ag'in to-day?" "Yes, Rad, I think I will take a little flight. Perhaps I'll go over to Waterford, and call on Mr. Damon. I haven't seen very much of him, since we got back from our hunt after the diamond-makers." "Take a run clear ober t' Waterfield; eh, Massa Tom?" "Yes, Rad.
The Deputy-Chaplain-General, in spite of his double dose of exalted rank, is kind and friendly: but I fear I did not make any better impression on him than I did on my first head master. Mr. Waterfield put me in his lowest class. The Deputy-Chaplain-General sent me to the remotest base, the town farthest of any town in British occupation from the actual seat of war.
Tom went back to the house for lunch, and as he joined his father in the dining room he remarked to Eradicate: "I want the electric runabout brought around after lunch. I am going to Waterfield. Tell Koku, will you, Rad?" "Tell that crazy fellow?" demanded the old colored man heatedly. "Why should I tell him, Massa Tom? Ain't I able to bring dat runabout out o' de garbarge? Shore I is!"
There's a lady here says I'm a thief! Tho. Nea, that she connot say, Mattie! Thae cooms ov honest folk. Aw'll geet oop direckly. Mrs. C. If I have been unjust to you, Miss Pearson, I shall not fail to make amends. Sus. It's time you did then, ma'am. You've murdered her, and all but murdered me. That's how your little bill stands. Ger. Waterfield. Wat. You shall answer for this, Gervaise. Ger.
Come along. Exeunt. Slow music. Twilight. Enter BILL with a three-legged stool, brushes, etc. Bill. Come! it's blackin' all over! When gents can't no longer see their boots, 'tain't much use offerin' to shine 'em. But if I can get a penny, I will. Enter WATERFIELD. Bill. Black your boots for a party, sir? Wat. But wasn't she a brick not to split! That's what I call devotion now!
Baggert their housekeeper. Eradicate Sampson, as I have said, was the man of all work about the place. Ned Newton who had a position in a Shopton bank, was Tom's particular chum, and Mr. Wakefeld Damon, of the neighboring town of Waterfield, was a friend to all who knew him. He had the odd habit of blessing anything and everything he could think of, interspersing it in his talk.
Amongst the latter were L/Cpl. Waterfield and "Pat" Collins the runner, who were both hit by a shell, which burst on the orderly room. Our chief difficulty was the water supply. With the hot weather the demand for water increased, and it all had to be brought to the line in petrol cans.
"To some hospital, I suppose." "Then hadn't we better inquire there? There are only two hospitals of any account around here. The one in Shopton and the one in Waterfield. My wife is on the board of Lady Managers there. We could call that hospital up and " "We'll look along the road first," said Tom.
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