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He said he was, bending right over me last night, and when I woke this morning there was a great tear on my face. 'Twasn't mine, Miggie. It was too big for that. It was Arthur's." "How came he in your room?" Edith asked, a little sharply, and Nina replied, "I was in the library. We both staid there all night. It wasn't in my room, though Arthur has a right, Miggie.
"There was two causes for the persecution; we had got too powerful and too great for the folks in Illinois, just as we had done in Missouri; but there was another thing, and that was that wickedness crept in amongst us. 'Twasn't as bad as was reported, though, but 'twas there I'm afraid 'twas there." The man sighed.
"What the deuce was that?" cried Jarley, sitting up straight in bed. He had forgotten all about the football, and to his suddenly restored consciousness it seemed as if the ceiling must have fallen. Then he rubbed his nose, which still ached from the force of the impact between itself and the ball. "It was the ball did it, papa," said Jack, meekly. "'Twasn't me."
The other is sort o' pitiful, and says, 'Mebbe 'twasn't out-an'-out his fault. Which of them two'll get the best of it, if ever I'm face to face with Cross-eyed Chris, I dunno." Cyrus Garst rose suddenly. He kicked the camp-fire to make a blaze, then looked the woodsman fair in the eyes. "I know, Herb," he said; "the spirit of mercy will conquer." "Glad you think so!" answered Herb.
Like a bloomin' leech." "All right, I don't want to know any more. Only remember that Quigley, Parsons, and Trot couldn't have been where you say without hearing something; and there's nearly certain to be a barrack-sweeper who was knocking about the square at the time. There always is." "Twasn't the sweeper. It was the beastie. 'E's all right."
"I told Mark 'twasn't likely or you wouldn't be here. Not if he'd any family feeling. I'm a great believer in a man making his own stepping-stones anyway," she went on with a friendly smile; "we ought to rise up on ourselves, like the poet says, and not on our cousins."
"It has killed one of the horses, I fear," he continued, measuring, as formerly, her terror by her levity. "Capua! is all right? Are you safe?" "Yah, massa!" responded a voice from the depths, as Capua floundered with the remaining horse in the thicket at the lake-edge below. "Yah, massa, nuffin harm Ol' Cap in water; spec he born to die in galluses; had nuff chance to be in glory, ef 'twasn't.
"But why should any one throw a knife into the pond? Who could have done such a silly thing?" "Oh, ask me something easier," laughed Guy. "All I know is, 'twasn't my doing." "Let's have a look," said Brian, holding out his hand. "The point's broken, and the little plated knob from the end has gone." He took the knife and examined it more closely. "Hullo!" he exclaimed. "Look at the blade.
"But we passed through a town, a great big town," objected Maurice; "why did you not look for a night's lodging there, Cecile?" "'Twasn't in my 'greement, Maurice, darling. I promised, promised faithful when I went on this search, that we'd stay in little villages and small tiny inns, and every place looked big in that town. But we'll soon find a place, Maurice, and then you shall have breakfast.
"Oh, Arabella, Arabella; you be a deep one! Mistaken! well, that's clever it's a real stroke of genius! It is a thing I never thought o', wi' all my experience! I never thought beyond bringing about the real thing not that one could sham it!" "Don't you be too quick to cry sham! 'Twasn't sham. I didn't know." "My word won't he be in a taking! He'll give it to 'ee o' Saturday nights!
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