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"Whar is he? wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed him on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark sic wark, neeburs but he did it weel. An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent aff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.
With only a few words she had made Leon feel how unkind and foolish he had been, quieted Laddie's alarm, and soothed the hurt father's pride had felt in that he had not been able to furnish her with so fine a turnout as Pryors had.
I said I loved horses, Laddie's best of all. He asked about it and I told him. "Hasn't your father but one thoroughbred?" "Father hasn't any," I said. "Flos really belongs to Laddie, and we are mighty glad he has her." "You should have one soon, yourself," he said. "Well, if the rest of them will hurry up and marry off, so the expenses won't be so heavy, maybe I can."
He took Laddie's hand, and almost lifted him from the floor, then he wiped his glasses, gathered up his books with a big, deep breath of relief, and went into his room. If the others had looked to see why he was gone so long, they would have seen him on his knees beside his bed thanking God, as usual.
"Nobody seems to know the answer to that riddle. But, you see, I thought you were my father when I took hold of your hand." "Oh, you did!" and the man laughed and gave Laddie's hand a gentle squeeze. "Well, I thought you were my little boy, for a moment. But then I happened to think that he is away down in New York City, so, you see, it couldn't be my little boy. But are you lost?"
"Guid is no word for what Jamie has been to me, but he wasna born till after Joey died. When we got Jamie, Hendry took to whistlin' again at the loom, an' Jamie juist filled Joey's place to him. Ay, but naebody could fill Joey's place to me. It's different to a man. A bairn's no the same to him, but a fell bit o' me was buried in my laddie's grave. "Jamie an' Joey was never nane the same nature.
"Jim's dark room is more convenient than mine, and he has some pictures he is going to develop tonight, too." I started for the shore about two o'clock. Ernest was sitting on the woodpile as I passed through the yard, with his arms about Laddie's neck and his face buried in Laddie's curly hair. Laddie was a handsome and intelligent black-and-white Newfoundland, with a magnificent coat.
"I ain't never seen my Uncle Sam, but I heard my mammy talk about him." Russ and his mother were much amused at Laddie's question. Russ said: "That Uncle Sam you are talking about, Laddie, is a white man. He couldn't be this Sam's uncle." "Why not?" demanded Laddie, with quite as much curiosity as his twin sister might have shown. "Very true, why not?" repeated Mrs. Bunker, with some gravity.
"They're a' that Mister Carter bocht," said Tam untruthfully, "an' A' thocht ye'd wish to ha'e a few o' the laddie's seegairs." Nobody was deceived. They pooled the cigars for the mess and Tam went back to his quarters lighter of heart. He slept soundly and was wakened an hour before dawn by his batman.
And, assuredly, this House of Peace was infinitely better than the miserable crate wherein he had spent twenty horrible and jouncing and smelly and noisy hours. From one to another of the group strayed the level sorrowful gaze. After the swift inspection, Laddie's eyes rested again on the Mistress.
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