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"Well, the other side, then," said Joel, struggling to slip in between Polly and little David, and twitching Davie's arm. "Stop, Joe, and sit down over here," cried Ben, seizing him by the jacket, "else you shan't sit anywhere." "Ow!" howled Joel, pulling smartly at David. "Davie got here first," said Polly, "and he's younger. How can you, Joe?" she added reproachfully.
But as for the young ones, there was no end to the talk they had as to Jacob Holt and his plans, not that they knew much about them, or were in the least afraid of them. Katie was troubled sometimes, but Davie made light of her fears, and the rest followed Davie's lead. Davie was of Mr Green's opinion: "It will never amount to anything, all that he'll do to my grandfather.
"He made Davie cry. He trod on Davie's beetle." The cracked corpse of a mechanical beetle, joy of David's heart, was produced in evidence; its distressed owner reddening ominously at this renewed recollection of the calamity. Mary took the sad pieces tenderly. "Silly children! He never meant to break it. Oh, such silly children!" Angela protested, "He did! He did!
One day, in early summer it was after I had begun to go to school I came home as usual at five o'clock, to find the manse in great commotion. Wee Davie had disappeared. They were looking for him everywhere without avail. Already all the farmhouses had been thoroughly searched. An awful horror fell upon me, and the most frightful ideas of Davie's fate arose in my mind.
Pretty soon, back he came, just as Polly finished bathing Davie's head. "I'll take the dish," he said. "Mother said bring it back." But that afternoon it began to rain smartly, so nobody went to the bonfire after all. "P'r'aps," Polly had kept saying to herself, "all Mr. Atkins' sacks will be sewed up by the next time Mr.
Thus fortified, I rode on boldly, and having the countersign the difficulties vanished. When I was come to town it was well past candle-lighting; and the patrol was out in force. But by dint of using the password freely I made my way unhindered to the house of the gentleman to whom Colonel Davie's letter accredited me. Here, however, the difficulties began.
"Stand out, John Whittlesey," he directed; and I found myself face to face with that rifleman of Colonel Davie's party who had been so fierce to hang me at the fording of the Catawba. This man gave his testimony briefly, telling but the bare truth. A week earlier I had passed in Davie's camp for a true-blue patriot, this though I was wearing a ragged British uniform at the moment.
Davie's legs aren't so strong as yours, and he's all tired out." "My legs are dreadful strong, Polly," said Joel, well pleased at Polly's words. And he set down his pail of angleworms, and the pole carefully beside it. "See, Polly," and he flopped over suddenly, turning two or three somersaults, to stand still on his head.
The first part of the judgment was indeed verified by "Davie's" whole life; but one might seek in vain for signs of what is commonly understood as "weakness of mind" in a man who not only showed himself to be an intellectual athlete, but who had an eminent share of practical wisdom and tenacity of purpose. One would like to know, however, when it was that Mrs.
There was nothing said for several minutes, after she had ceased reading; then she only said: "And so, now, children, you see what it was that our old friend wished." "Mr Caldwell must have known it all along," said Philip. "Well, he told me there was not much chance of Davie's accepting my offer. I should think not!" "Are you sorry?" asked Violet. "I am not sure. I must think about it."
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