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"Well, then, I'll get out little Polly's things; they'll just about fit her," said Mrs. Coomber, hastily wiping her eyes with her apron for fear her husband should reproach her again for her tears. When the boys came in, the little girl said, shyly, "Tome and tell me about the nets." Dick looked at her, and then at his mother.
Strange to say, a similar project had been suggested to Coomber by his old friend Peters, who knew a man who wanted to sell his share in one of the large fishing-boats, and was asking forty pounds for it. "That will leave us ten pounds, mother, to buy the children some new clothes, and take us to Fellness. What do you say to it now?" asked her husband, after they had talked it over.
It was not the sight of the ugly cut that had frightened her, but the death-like swoon, which she did not understand. "How about the milk, mother?" Coomber ventured to ask, after Tiny's forehead was strapped up and bandaged. Again came that shudder of fear, and the little girl crept closer to the sheltering arms. "Don't be frightened, deary; daddy won't hurt you now."
What a happy walk home that was for Tiny and the fisherman! As he left the little chapel at Fellness, a basket, well filled with the odds and ends left from the tea-meeting, had been handed to Coomber to take home, and Peters whispered, as he went out: "I've heard of another job for yer, so be along in good time in the morning, mate." To describe Mrs.
I told the child I knew her name was Matilda Coomber, for she is the very image of her mother when she was a girl, and she was my only daughter." "Oh, sir, and you've come to fetch her!" gasped the fisherman. The stranger took out his snuff-box, and helped himself to a pinch.
"What have yer done afore?" demanded her husband; and the poor woman was obliged to confess that she had taken milk from the man as he went past in his cart to the village each day since the child had been there. "She couldn't do wi'out milk," protested Mrs. Coomber. "How do you know she couldn't?" said her husband.
But before they had got far on their way, they descried the gleam of something white floating in front of them. "Only a bit of sail-cloth," said one, as they paused in their rowing to concentrate all their attention upon the object. "Let's make sure, mates," said Coomber.
"Then tell 'em to get up." "I I dunno whether it 'ud be good for Tiny," faltered the poor woman; "she's got a cold now, and and " "Are you going to call 'em up, or shall I go and lug 'em out of bed?" demanded the angry, tipsy man. "But, Coomber," began his wife.
T.,9 Clemens, 101 Taylor,92 Taylor,109 Davies,95 Miss C., 108 Mortimer,55 Thomas,102 Roper,76 Clemens, 111 Miss C.,89 Coomber, 106 Chase,98 And so on; until but three couples of winners were left. Then I beat my man, young Smith beat his man, and Thomas beat his. This reduced the combatants to three. Smith and I took the deck, and I led off.
"Now, if dad could buy a share in one of the bigger boats where he and I could work, wouldn't it be better than buying a little one for ourselves?" suggested Bob; "then we could go and live at Fellness, and Tiny could go to school Sunday-school as well as week-day." "And Dick, too," put in Tiny. "Yes, and we should all go to God's house on Sunday," said Mrs. Coomber, drying her eyes.
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