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Updated: September 13, 2025
But now, Watty," he added in a lower tone, "I want to ask you to do me a favour. I want you to go yourself to our house, without delay, and break it to mother." He paused. Watty laid his face in the bedclothes, and wept silently. "They are very fond of you," continued Ben, "and I should not like them to hear of it from any one but you. Be very tender to Susan, Watty.
Watty would lean back comfortably in a basket easy-chair on his wide veranda, and clasp his hands, in a calm, contented way, while the Army banged the drum and got steam up, and whilst, perhaps, there was a barney going on in the bar, or a bloodthirsty fight in the backyard. On such occasions there was something like an indulgent or fatherly expression on his fat and usually emotionless face.
Watty Finlay nearhand cowpit ower the bucket he was sittin' on; but he got his balance again, an' sayin', "Ay, man," heich oot, he got a' richt sattled doon again. "Gentlemen," says Bandy, "the time for action draws at hand. Oor watter is no fit for ki drinking; an' there's fient a thing but watter in the weet dock.
As they walked rapidly towards the pre-arranged rendezvous, each hit on the same idea that of deception! "Well, what luck?" asked Watty with a careless air that ill concealed the elation of his heart. "Only a little dust nothing to speak of at least not as compared with what some fellows get," said Jack, whose laughing eye gave the lie direct to his melancholy tones.
From my vantage-ground on the nursery sofa, behind my screen of newspaper, I frequently hear more than is suspected by the family. "Mary, you're not going to the rink to-night!" in Belle's most imploring tone. "Yes, mawm, I am. Lend me your wrench, Watty." "Mary, I positively forbid you to go to the rink!" "Well, I do think that's just too mean for anything. Every girl in town goes."
Will Bigelow was dozing behind the desk, lulled by the sound of Hi Nutt's voice in the barroom, as he explained to all and sundry just how he had inadvertently permitted Watty the tailor to best him at checkers that morning. Otherwise the office was deserted.
"He's the curiousest critter we ever had in this town." "Yes," agrees Watty, "I guess he be." At this juncture comes an interruption; Tracey Tanner returns, hot-foot. Either he has been running, or his breathlessness is due to excitement. Before the two upon the bench he pauses in agitated glee, a bearer of tremendous tidings. "Hello," he pants.
Watty turned his eyes away from it, looked up into the fair blue sky, and tried to think of other things! But the calls of nature were not to be silenced. Instead of thinking of other things, he somehow thought of bread and butter. He even fell into a species of argument with himself as to whether it would not be uncommonly pleasant in various supposable circumstances, to eat bread without butter.
Now, Jack, I'm going to sleep. Do me a favour before turning in. Just make a pile of my nuggets close to my pillow here, with the big one on the top. There, thanks." "What a covetous little wretch you are becoming!" said Jack with a laugh, as he lay down. "Have a care, Watty, that you don't become a miser."
The worst of it was that the whole hotel was "on to the racket," as Watty vulgarly expressed it, and rather chuckled over Belle's mortification, instead of sympathizing with her in the trying time she was having with her "adopted daughter." Our grief, as a family, was not unbearable when the time came in September for Mary Mason to go back to the convent.
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