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Can ony o' ye tell me the brave laddie's name? that I may thank him and love him for saving my bairn," asked Janet. Some of the girls gave one name, some another. "Na, na, he is neither o' them," exclaimed one of the elder girls. "He is young Alec Galbraith, whose father and mother live in the big house over the links there. He gangs to the school, and my brothers ken him weel."
"He ought to be ashamed of himself; but if I were the laddie's friends, I would make the Bailie hear about it on the deaf side of his head."
"There it is again!" cried Laddie, and this time a ray of bright, white light shone in the window, full in Laddie's face. "That isn't lightning," said Russ, who had come to the window of the stateroom to stand beside his brother and look out. "'Tis, too!" insisted Laddie, as another flash came.
"I thought so at first," said Grandpa Ford, "but there are now no trees that rub. I cut off the branches of those that did." Each one thought it was in a different room, but a search showed nothing out of the way. They were all very much puzzled. "It's worse than one of Laddie's queer riddles," said Daddy Bunker, when he and Grandpa Ford came back from having searched in several of the rooms.
"Pretty Poll! Give me a cracker! Let me out and give me a cracker!" cried the green bird. "Here's one!" said Laddie, holding out a bit of cracker which he had left from a package his mother had bought for him on the train. "Look out! He might bite you!" said Laddie's father. "Bill said his bird was gentle, but, still, maybe the little boy had better be careful," said Mr. Mead.
The Master called him over and petted him; praising this newest accomplishment of his, and prophesying untold wealth for the Place if the graft should but continue long enough. There was something pathetic in dear old Laddie's pleasure over the new trick he had learned; or so it seemed to the two people who loved him.
Mr. Bunker stopped rowing the boat and got his own fishing-rod and line ready. Russ could fix his own, but Laddie needed a little help. Soon the three, sitting in the boat, were waiting for "bites." All at once there was a little shake and nibble on Laddie's line. He grew excited and was going to pull up, but his father whispered to him: "Wait just a moment.
The laddie's no by natur an ill laddie far frae 't! but it's a sore pity he cudna hae been a' his father's, and nane o' him his mither's! 'That wudna hae been sae weel contrived, I doobt! remarked Kirsty. 'There wudna hae been the variety, I'm thinkin! 'Ye're richt there, lass! But what's this aboot Francie? 'Ow naething, father, worth mentionin!
"First, our forgetting to bring along Laddie's suitcase, though I could have sworn I saw you lift it aboard, and then the judge not being here; and now this horrid collie with his wonderful coat! What next, I wonder?" Like a well-staged bit of mechanism, the reply to her rhetorical question came down to her from heaven.
"And you, a mere tinsmith, dare to tell me that a lawyer was willing to take your son into his office? Be cautious, Dunwoodie." "Weel, then, the laddie's highly edicated and I hae siller, and that's how the writer was to take him and make a gentleman o' him." "I learn from the neighbours," the policeman explained, "that this is partly true, but what makes us suspect him is this.
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