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Ye'd better go into the yard and be at some quate game. Oh, Lord " and she hurried back to her mistress. This time we were safe, but there was tomorrow ahead, with certain discovery. Mr. Watlin, propped in the open doorway, brought his ingenious mind to bear upon the problem. "Now if Mrs.
Mystery brooded over the house of Handsomebody all that afternoon and evening. We were allowed to have no finger in this portentous pie. Mr. Watlin, with some small assistance from Mary Ellen, engineered the thing himself. We were sent to bed at the usual hour, and played at burglars on, and under, the bed, to while away the intervening hours.
But our fears for our friends were set at rest, for at that instant, the door opened and Mr. Watlin entered, followed by the young man and Tony, with Anita perching on his shoulder. Mary Ellen could not refrain from a broad smile at the spectacle. The kitchen was filled with delightful odours. The spirits of everyone seemed to rise at a bound.
"Thrue fer ye, Master Angel!" cried Mary Ellen heartily, "sure, there's noan o' the stiff-neck about ye, an' ye'll git yer fill av oysters an' cake fer that, mark my words! As fer my Mr. Watlin, there ain't a claner, smarter feller to be found annywheres. But, oh, if the mistress was to find it out " she turned pale with apprehension. "How could she?" we assured her.
Watlin, laconically, "an' it don't 'urt a bit." "In this world," he went on, "a lot depends on the way you does a thing. F'rinstance, when I kill a lamb or a steer, do I kill 'im brutally? Not at all.
He pushed the violin patronizingly into Tony's brown hands. The Italian took it, oh, so lovingly, and, with an apologetic glance at Mr. Watlin, he tuned the strings to a different pitch. Anita climbed to the back of his neck. Then came music, flooding, trickling, laughing, from the bow of Tony! Italy you could see; and little, half-naked children, playing in the sleepy street!
As for you " addressing Mr. Watlin "you be a gert beefy critter, but don't be too sure you could tackle me, single-handed. I be terr'ble full of power when I'm roused, and it takes a deal to calm me down again." And he trotted to the head of the stairs and began to descend. The Seraph and I kept close on either side of him, tightly holding his hands.
"Please, did you bring your fiddle, Mr. Watlin?" pleaded Angel, "won't you play now?" "Ah, I lof da fiddle!" said Tony, caressing Anita's little head. Mr. Watlin, thus importuned, disappeared for a space into the back hall, whence he finally emerged in his shirt sleeves, carrying the violin under his arm.
And you've nothin' to tell me that I haven't got be heart already." "But this is about Harry, who had supper with us and Mr. Watlin and Tony. It's a most surprising adventure. Just wait and hear." I dragged her to a chair. She settled back with a smile of relaxation. "Aw well," she remarked, "who would be foriver workin' fer small pay an' little thanks? Out wid your story my lambie."
Inquiries were made of all the errand boys, but not one had heard of a lost dog. We came to dread the sound of the door-bell lest it should herald some determined grown-up come to snatch our treasure from us. Mr. Watlin, the butcher's young man, and Mary Ellen's favoured "follower" of the moment, took a lively interest in the affair. He was of the opinion that if Mrs.
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