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Gin you met this ganglin' assassinator, wha'd be for maister? San's no to lack a father. Gae to yer bit bed!" "Gosh!" said Bill, shutting the window, "he's in earnest. He forgot to try to talk English even. I feel better. The hog's fallen into a hole and gone to sleep. Let's go up." "I suppose if I tell Onnie San's with me, she'll just change to my door," Rawling considered; "but I'll try.
They had decided that, supposing the cockney got so far, a lightless house would perplex his feet, and he would be the noisier. Rawling could reach this button from his bed, and silently undressed in the blackness, laying the automatic on the bedside table, reassured by all these circling folk, Onnie, stalwart Bill, and the loyal men out in the rain.
Who'd be seein' he gets his meals, an' no servants in the sufferin' land worth the curse of a heretic? Not the agent, nor fifty of him," Onnie proclaimed, and marched away. Sanford never came to scorn his slave or treat her as a servant. He was proud of Onnie.
"'Tis a snake's bell, your Honor, which Master San did be givin' me. 'Tis welcome indeed, as I lost off my holy medal, bein' sick, forever on the steamship crossin' the west water." "But can you use a rattle for a holy medal?" said Rawling. "The gifts of children are the blessin's of Mary's self," Onnie maintained.
I'm taking you on up at the big house as upper house-maid, Katey-Ann." "And what's come over Sarah," said Katey-Ann. "Is she going to be married?" "Never mind you about Sarah," said Lady Corless, "but attend to me. You're the under-housemaid, Onnie, so you are, in place of your sister Susy, and Honoria here is kitchen-maid.
Aggie got married. Cooks do," said Sanford, much entertained by this person. Her deep voice was soft, emerging from the largest, reddest mouth he had ever seen. The size of her feet made him dubious as to her humanity. "Anyhow," he went on, "tell mother I'm not clean yet. What's your name?" "Onnie," said the new cook. "An' would this be the garden?" "Silly, what did you think?"
Sanford learned to row at Saint Andrew's, and came home in June with new, flat bands of muscle in his chest, and Onnie worshiped with loud Celtic exclamations, and bade small Pete grow up like Master San. And Sanford grew two inches before he came home for the next summer, reverting to bare feet, corduroys, and woolen shirts as usual.
I knew there'd be trouble; the snake's bells did be sayin' so since the storm was comin'. An' him three times the bigness of Master San! Where'd he be now?" "Jim gave him an hour to be off the property, Onnie." "God's mercy he had no knife in his hand, then, even with the men by an' Master San on his horse. Blessed Mary! I will go wait an' have speech with this Englishman on the road."
But "Onnie" is a better story than "The Brothers" to my mind, and Mr. Beer, by virtue of these two stories, is one of the two or three most interesting new talents of the year.
I'm no such thing in this world at all; I'm just Onnie Killelia." She appeared quite horrified, and Sanford was astonished. She seemed to be a woman, for all her height and the extent of her hands. "Are you sure?" he asked. "As I am a Christian woman," said Onnie. "I never was a lady, nor could I ever be such a thing." "Well," said Sanford, "I don't know, but I suppose you can dry me."
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