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Names were like pocket electric lamps to Dr. Gurnet. He switched them on and off to illuminate the dark places of the earth. He held Winn's card in his hand and recalled that he had known a former colonel of his regiment. "A very distinguished officer," he remarked, "of a very distinguished regiment. Probably perfectly unknown in England.
It would not do to attempt the voyage on such a frail structure in the dark, of course; and so, at sunset, Winn reluctantly began his preparations for passing a night of loneliness on the island. Winn's preparations for the night were of the simplest description, because he had so little to prepare. The boy tried to console himself with this thought.
The raft being described as belonging to a Major Caspar, Winn's name was signed to all these despatches, in order to prevent confusion. From the hotel Billy Brackett also thought it best to telegraph Major Caspar of their safe arrival in St. Louis, though, as they had not yet recovered the raft, it would be unnecessary for him to come on, and a promise to write full particulars at once.
"Chilian!" warned Elizabeth. He led Cynthia from the room, up the stairs. Miss Winn sat there sewing. She clasped her arms about him, he could fairly feel the throb in them. "Oh," she cried with a strange sort of sweetness. "I love you. You are so good to me, and I have told you just the truth." Then she buried her face on Miss Winn's bosom. Chilian went downstairs.
It seemed stranger here than on shipboard. The others were going through the ceremony of getting acquainted. Rachel Winn's voice had a soft sound, with an almost foreign accent. Eunice's, though low-pitched, had a clear resonance. Now and then Chilian Leverett made a comment, or asked a question, but she was not heeding them.
There were two rows of desks, with benches for the older children, two more with no desks for the A B C and spelling classes. The rest they learned in concert, orally. The dame had a table covered with a gray woollen cloth, some books, an inkstand, a holder for pens and pencils, and the never-failing switch. "Yes," she answered to Miss Winn's explanation. "Miss Leverett was telling about her.
Just some terrible flat hand-shake at the door under Winn's penetrating eyes. But after a time she heard steps returning. Lionel came by himself. "Are you busy?" he asked. "Shall I bother you if we talk a little?" "No," she said softly. "I hoped you would come back." Lionel did not answer for a moment. For the first time in their acquaintance he was really a little stirred.
Why, he is a young fellow, about Winn's age, who went across the plains with me a year ago. By-the-way, where is Winn? I want to see the boy. And where is the Major?" Then, as Mrs. Caspar explained the absence of her husband and son, all her anxieties returned, so that before she finished her face again wore a very sober and troubled expression.
The dog seemed to say, "I knew you would come if I only waited patiently and barked loud enough. Now you see why I couldn't leave." The object to which Bim thus directed attention, as plainly as though possessed of speech, was a little curly-haired puppy, a Gordon setter, so young that its eyes were not yet opened. Billy Brackett picked it up and dropped it over the side into Winn's arms.
When the meal finally came to an end, on account of Winn's inability to eat any more, the boy was surprised to find how much at home he had been made to feel by the unaffected simplicity and unobtrusive kindness of these strangers. While Sabella and Solon cleared the table, the Captain lighted a lantern and showed him over the boat.
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