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Everything combined to urge him on. Even his college mate and one time football comrade of the old Edinburgh days, the wise, cool-headed Dr. Martin, now in charge of the Canadian Pacific Railway Hospital, as also the little nurse who, through those momentous months of Mandy's transforming, had been to her guide, philosopher and friend, both had agreed that there was no good reason for delay.
"Lor' bless you, no; dis ain't no show," Mandy answered; and she laughed reassuringly. "Then where am I?" Polly asked, half breathless with bewilderment. "Nebber you mind 'bout dat," was Mandy's unsatisfactory reply. "But I DO mind," protested Polly, trying to raise herself to a sitting position. "Where's the bunch?" "De wat?" asked Mandy in surprise.
"Gee, but that hurts!" She tried to bend her ankle. "Is it punctured?" "Only sprained," Douglas answered, striving to control his amusement at the expression on Mandy's puzzled face. "Better not talk any more about it." "Ain't anything the matter with my tongue, is there?" she asked, turning her head to one side and studying him quizzically. "I don't think there is," he replied good-naturedly.
"I'll have a harder one to-morrow. Nothing would do but I must go back to Huntersfield. Mandy's off her head, and the Judge wants this whole house turned upside down for Truxton." "And Truxton comes on the noon train." "Yes." There was a long silence. Then Mary said in a queer voice, "Mother, I've got to tell you something to-night " "You ain't got anything to tell me, honey."
"He was in de basket all done wrapped up in hankowitches." "Those were the handkerchiefs I took from my pocket and put in Mandy's basket when I met her at the gate," said Mirabell's daddy. "And so you found him, Jim!" "Yes'm I mean yes, sah! Me an' Liza Ann found him. He's a jolly good Clown; but Mammy, she wouldn't let us keep him 'cause as how she said he belonged to Mirabell or Arnold."
"By Jove! The whole thing isn't worth while." But as he thought of Mandy's frightened face and imploring eyes and the brutal murderous face of the man who claimed her as his own, he said between his teeth: "No, I won't quit now.
"Yes, I know perfectly," said her brother, "for I had the same notion. For instance, for six months I was a 'servant' in Mandy's home, eh, Mandy?" "Nonsense!" cried Mandy indignantly. "You were our hired man and just like the rest of us." "Do you get that distinction, Moira? There is no such thing as servant in this country," continued Cameron.
All these, however, Cameron felt he could put up with without endangering his self-control, but when Perkins, with vulgar innuendo, chaffed the farmer's daughter upon her infatuation for the "young Scotty," as he invariably designated Cameron, or when he rallied Cameron upon his supposed triumph in the matter of Mandy's youthful affections, then Cameron raged and with difficulty kept his hands from his cheerful and ever smiling tormentor.
Hence when Mandy's shrewd and experienced head had scanned the contract and cast up the inventory of steers and horses, with pigs and poultry thrown in, and had found nothing amiss with the deal indeed it was rather better than she had hoped there was no holding of Cameron any longer. Married he would be and without delay.
Amanda's bag upstairs was all neatly packed. She would need to unpack it again that night, but it was a comfort to her. She had scarcely spoken all day; her thin mouth had a set look. "Mandy's gettin' so homesick she can't speak," said Mrs. Babcock. "She can't hardly wait till to-morrow to start, can you, Mandy?" "No, I can't," replied Amanda. Mrs.
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