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I'm got a present for you," and then recommenced his search in another layer of his many flannels. His efforts being at length crowned with success, he drew forth and spread before Teacher's admiring eyes a Japanese paper napkin. "My sister," he explained. "She gets it to a weddinge." "Oh, Isidore," cried the flattered Teacher; "it's very pretty, isn't it?" "Teacher yiss ma'an," gurgled Isidore.
He returned to the from-silk apron, wound a short arm round the white collar, and sobbed: "Teacher, yiss ma'an, you'm got a Krisht nose. But don't you care, no one couldn't never to know like you ain't a for sure Sheeny the while you got such terrible Sheeny eyes. Oh, but they couldn't never to think you're a Krisht. Und say, don't you have a frightened. I wouldn't never to tell nobody. Never.
"Shure yiss, sor." O'Hagan showed no evidence of surprise; the eccentricities of Mr. Maitland could not move him, who was inured to them through long association and observation. He moved away to execute his instructions, quietly efficient. By the time Maitland had finished splashing and gasping in the bath-tub, everything was ready for the ceremony of dressing.
"Teacher, yiss ma'an; it's for boys," he cried as he felt her arms about him, and saw that in her eyes, too, "stands tears." "It's polite you kisses me a kiss over that for ladies' present." Late that night Teacher sat in her pretty room for she was, unofficially, a greatly pampered young person and reviewed her treasures.
Never had he been absent since his first day at school, and Miss Bailey was full of uneasiness. Nathan Spiderwitz, Morris's friend and ally, was also missing, but at half-past nine he arrived entirely breathless and shockingly untidy. "Nathan," said Teacher reprovingly, "you are very late." "Yiss ma'an. I tells you 'scuse," gasped Nathan. "On'y Morris " "Where is he?" cried Miss Bailey.
You'll be abed in Brixham by midnight." "Yiss; but trawl's down." "No hurry. I'll pass you a line and go ahead. Sing out when you're ready." A rope smacked on their deck with the word; they made it fast; we slid forward, and in ten seconds saw nothing save a few feet of the wire rope running into fog over our stern; but we heard the noise of debate.
Jamais j'ai gloate' comme je gloaterai aujourd'hui. Nous bunkerons aux bunkers." And it seemed good to them so to do. Down in the basement, where the gas flickers and the boots stand in racks, Richards, amid his blacking-brushes, held forth to Oke of the Common-room, Gumbly of the dining-halls, and fair Lena of the laundry. "Yiss. Her were in a shockin' staate an' condition.
I gives presents on the company over you." "Aint he rather big to speak such broken English?" asked Mr. O'Shea. "I hope you remember that it is part of your duty to stamp out the dialect." "Yes, I know," Miss Bailey answered. "But Morris has been in America for so short a time. Nine months, is it not?" "Teacher, yiss ma'an.
I zee 'un!" roared Rabbits-Eggs, now that he had found a visible foe another shot from the darkness above. "Yiss, yeou, yeou long-nosed, fower-eyed, gingy-whiskered beggar! Yeu'm tu old for such goin's on. Aie! Poultice yeour nose, I tall 'ee! Poultice yeour long nose!" Beetle's heart leaped up within him. Somewhere, somehow, he knew, Stalky moved behind these manifestations.
"Yiss ma'an. Und my mamma has a glad on Eva's mamma, und my gran'ma has a glad on both of papas und both of mammas, und my gran'pa has a glad just like my gran'ma. All, all glad!" As Teacher walked towards Grand Street that afternoon, she met a radiant little girl with a small and most unsteady boy in tow. She recognized Eva and surmised the cousin whose coldness had hurt her even unto tears.
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