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"Davie's bringing home a prize; first in classics, you know." "Oh, Davie!" screamed Polly, and she leaned over to throw her arms around him; "Mamsie will be so glad. Davie, you can't think how glad she'll be!" Davie's brown cheek glowed. "It isn't much," he said simply, "there were so many prizes given out." "Well, you've taken one," cried Polly, saying the blissful over and over.
He had no very clear idea as to localities and distances, and he had read so many marvelous war stories that all things seemed possible in its atmosphere. But reality and romance are wide enough apart. Davie's military experience was a very dull and weary one.
He even affected to be rather smitten with the military fever, and, when the parting came, left wife and son and home with a cheerful bravery that was sad enough to the one old heart who had counted its cost. In Davie's loving, simple nature there was doubtless a strong vein of romance. He was really in hopes that he might come across his long-lost brother.
And that old clock" her voice sank to the tenderness of musing retrospect "why, Davie's father set it up the day we were married and came here and set up housekeeping and it's been ticking ever since. Davie used to say 'tick-tock' when he heard it, when he first learned to talk. I like that old clock most as much as if it were something alive.
I read a question in Davie's "Sermons" the last Sunday which was this: Suppose a bird should take one dust of this earth and carry it away once in a thousand years, and you was to take your choice either to be miserable in that time and happy hereafter, or happy in that time and miserable hereafter, which would you choose? Write me an answer to this in your next letter....
And Mary, trembling with passion, herself struggling in the arms of Darnley, flung an angry warning after them. "If Davie's blood be spilt, it shall be dear blood to some of you! Remember that, sirs!" But they were beyond control by now, hounds unleashed upon the quarry of their hate. Out of her presence Morton and Douglas dragged him, the rest of the baying pack going after them.
And even when Davie's plans proved themselves to have been worthy of consideration, because of the success that attended them now and then, even success seemed a small matter to the stern old man, because of the disobedience to his commands, or the ignoring of his known wishes which the success implied.
Mitchell hurried to meet him, wringing her hands, and crying "Oh, sir! oh, sir! Davie's away with Foolish Willie!" This was the first I had heard of Willie in connection with the affair. My father turned pale, but kept perfectly quiet. "Which way did he go?" he asked. Nobody knew. "How long is it ago?" "About an hour and a half, I think," said Mrs. Mitchell. To me the news was some relief.
Davie had made an ice-house too, for the summer butter a rather primitive one it seemed to be as Katie described it on a plan of Davie's own, and it had to be proved yet, but it gave great satisfaction in the meantime.
Katie was a little disappointed for the moment, but she acknowledged that she might have failed with the school, and that she was much needed at home; and Davie's satisfaction at the decision did much to reconcile her to it. And all the rest were satisfied as well as Davie, for Katie's being at home made a great deal of difference in the house.
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