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He tried to speak, but could not find words. But Miss Whimple understood. Her hands went to her breast. "Oh " she murmured, "I I didn't understand, William, I I " Down on her knees she went near one of the flower beds, pulled therefrom a rose, and, with the tears streaming, pinned the flower to Dolly's dress, saying half to herself, "Deaf and dumb deaf and dumb poor little mite.
Sally Miller was able to walk a little now a very little but firmly, and without the effort and the pain that the journey around the table had cost her in the old days. She was living with Miss Whimple, who had insisted on it from the day the doctors had declared the girl fit to be removed from the hospital.
And, if his health remains good, it seems to me that our fondest hopes for him in that direction will fall far short of the realisation. But one day, Sally Miller, there will come to William that which comes to every one of us sooner or later." "Yes." "Yes," said Miss Whimple, so low that the girl hardly caught the words, "yes love will come to William.
The day before the marriage of Flo Dearmore and Tommy Watson, the latter's assistants in his auctioneering rooms signed a formal and formidable looking agreement, framed by Whimple, and copied in duplicate by one William Adolphus Turnpike.
Miss Whimple came nearer to "diagnosing" William than any of the women who knew him at this time. "I've seen that boy," she said to Sally, "give his last cent to help people in distress: I've known him to go to trouble that would worry a grown man in order to assist some shiftless body to get a position, for his trust in people is not easily shaken.
"Isn't it Goliath?" suggested Whimple, mildly. "Well, maybe you're right, but, any way, there'll be an awful explosion in Mid-Toronto on August tenth, duly fixed by royal proclamation as the day on which the manhood of this fair province " "Oh, drop it, Tommy " "If the gentleman has any questions to ask I'll be pleased to answer them at the close of my address," Tommy went on.
William sat, and thereupon Dick, his mistress having loosened her hold upon the chain, ambled over and placed his solemn-faced visage as close to the boy's knees as he could get it. William lifted the dog which snuggled close to his breast. "If Dick likes you there must be some good in you," said the lady: and her voice was again sharp and firm. "Where's Whimple?" "He'll be here soon, I expect."
And Whimple saw a rather thin but healthy-looking lad with a somewhat long face, a nose that William himself always referred to as "pug," round blue eyes, freckles, and hair well, just "mouse coloured" William's mother always called it.
Say, you certainly know something, Lucien, sometimes. So, Miss Whimple don't get married, and it's the icy mitt for anybody that asked her; and plenty did." "She's a funny old " "You say a word about her, Lucien Torrance, that ain't nice, and I'll knock the head off'n you. She's she's well, there ain't another like her except Ma." "I wasn't going to say anything " began Lucien.
She watched them, with pride and tenderness on her face, as they departed, Bessie and Joey, aged six and four years respectively, in front, where, as William put it, he could "keep an eye on 'em;" William and Pete, with Dolly, the baby, two years old, toddling along between them. As a shepherd, William herded them by street car and on foot, until they reached the Whimple house.
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