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But this settlement of Neale's present affairs was really a very great occasion. Mr. Sorber and Mr. Con Murphy shook hands on the agreement. Mrs. MacCall wiped her eyes, declaring that "such goings-on wrung the tears out o' her jest like water out of a dishclout!" What Aunt Sarah said was to the point, and typical: "For the marcy's sake!
"That won't bring back my stocking," declared the housekeeper. "Half a pair of stockings humph! that's no good to anybody, unless it's a person with a wooden leg." "I'll get you a new pair, Mrs. MacCall," said Tess. "Of course, I'm sort of responsible for Billy, for he was given to me."
"These beans," declared Mr. Sorber, passing his plate a third time, "are fit for a king to eat, and the fishcakes ought to make any fish proud to be used up in that manner. I never eat better, Ma'am!" "I presume you traveling people have to take many meals haphazardly," suggested Mrs. MacCall. "Not much. My provender," said Mr. Sorber, "is one thing that I'm mighty particular about.
She was looking out of one of the rear windows when the girls trooped through. "For the land sakes!" ejaculated Mrs. MacCall. "What's that goat doing in our yard?" "It's our goat," explained Tess. "What?" "Yes, ma'am," said Dot, seriously. "He's a very nice goat. He has a real noble beard don't you think?" "A goat!" repeated Mrs. MacCall. "What next?
MacCall ventured forth to see what had happened to the little girls. She came to the summer-house in time to hear the following remarkable narrative: "Why, ye see how it was, little ladies, ye see how it was. I saw the folks in that town didn't like us not a little bit. Some country folks don't like circus people." "I wonder why?" asked Tess, breathlessly. "Don't know, don't know," said Mr.
"The foolish boy! He's dyed it," said Ruth, and then they reached the pew and could say no more. Neale had taken the far corner of the pew, so the girls and Mrs. MacCall filed in without disturbing him. Agnes punched Neale with her elbow and scowled at him. "What did you want to do that for?" she hissed. "Do what for?" he responded, trying to look unconscious. "You know. Fix your hair like that?"
"But first I'll fix that Irishman's fence so his pig can't root into your yard any more." He was over at the cobbler's most of the day, but he showed up for the noon dinner. Ruth had made him promise to come when he was called. Mrs. MacCall insisted upon heaping his plate with the hearty food. "Don't tell me," she said.
MacCall out of countenance, so that arrangement was very satisfactory. The four girls had their seats, two on either side. The guests, when they had them, were placed between the girls on either side, and the table was gradually drawn out, and leaves added, to suit the circumstances. Neale always sat between Tess and Dot. He did so to-night. But beside him was the Irish cobbler.
Mrs. MacCall glared at the boy in utter stupefaction. Deacon Abel was a very stern man indeed much more so than the clergyman himself. All the young folk of the congregation stood in particular awe of him. But poor Neale O'Neil, unconscious of any wrong intent, merely gazed at the old gentleman in surprise. "Wha wha what?" he gasped. "Get out of here, young man!" exclaimed the deacon.
In our own country before the book On Liberty was written, the doctrine of Individuality had been enthusiastically asserted, in a style of vigorous declamation sometimes reminding one of Fichte, by Mr. William Maccall, in a series of writings of which the most elaborate is entitled Elements of Individualism: and a remarkable American, Mr.
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