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"She wunna hae time, lad," said Sharpitlaw; "the woodie will hae it's ain o' her before that a woman's heart takes a lang time o' breaking." "That's according to the stuff they are made o' sir," replied Ratcliffe "But to make a lang tale short, I canna undertake the job. It gangs against my conscience."
"Don't you remember, Woodie Wiggins?" "I'd forgotten," says Aunty. "And all the other stores like this how many of them have you?" "Something less than a hundred," says he. "Ninety-six or seven, I think." Most got Aunty's breath, that did; but in a jiffy she's recovered. "Perhaps," says she, "you don't mind telling me the reason for this masquerade?" "It's not quite that," says Wiggins.
The shore was covered with multitudes of water-fowl, which were so tame that they were not the least alarmed by his presence. The lake swarmed with fish, which the females caught easily by wading in a short way, and then driving them before them to land. They travelled by the margin of the lake, and came to a large town called Woodie, which was inhabited by an exclusively negro population.
By the time she arrived and had been admitted to the inner chamber or dressing-room, the Princess had thrown off her more cumbrous finery, and sat at ease in an arm-chair. She nodded her be-curled head, and said, "You can keep a secret, little Woodie?" "I can, madam, but I do not love one," said Anne, thinking of her most burthensome one. "Well, no need to keep this long.
"Oh, I seem to remember now," says she. "Aren't you the one they called er What was it you were called?" "Woodie," says he. "Will you have lemons too? Fresh Floridas." "Two dozen," says Aunty. "Well, well! You used to ask me to skate with you on the lake, didn't you?" "When my courage was running high," says he. "Sometimes you would; but more often you wouldn't.
Sure mesel' would be a coward gin I had the waefu' woodie before my ees. 'Deed, me laird, and me heart is sair for the mischance o' the note." "It cannot be mended now, Cuthbert." The time was drawing near for the closing of the prison doors, and the old man took a dutiful leave of his master and departed.
"I know," says he, smoothin' one hand over his bald spot. "Anything else to-day?" There's just a hint of an amused flicker behind the glasses that makes Aunty glare at him suspicious for a second. "No," says she. "Put all those things in two stout bags and tie them carefully." "Yes, Madam," says Woodie.
I lived at the wrong end of town, you know." "In the Hollow, wasn't it?" says she. "And there was something queer about about your family, wasn't there?" He looks her straight in the eye at that, Woodie does. "Yes," says he. "Mother went out sewing. She was a widow." "Oh!" says Aunty. "I recall your skates those funny old wooden-topped ones, weren't they?" "I was lucky to have those," says he.
She orders six loaves of sandwich bread and asks to see the canned caviar. "You've never found anything better to do," she goes on, "than than this?" "No," says Woodie, on his way down from the top shelf. Once more Aunty levels her lorgnette and gives him the cold, curious look over. "Hm-m-mff!" says she through her aristocratic nose. "I must say that as a boy you were presuming enough."
He was doin' it too, when the other clerk steps up, salutes him polite, and says: "You're wanted at the telephone, Sir." "Tell them to hold the wire," says Woodie. We was still tryin' to dope that out when a big limousine rolls up in front of the store, out hops a footman in livery, walks in to Woodie with his cap in his hand, and holds out a bunch of telegrams. "From the office, Sir," says he.
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