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And what's more, he added, with some indignation in his voice, 'it'll be time enough for you to speak to me like that when you do find me tell-taleing. 'Yes, chimed in peace-loving Archie, who was struck by Pat's unusual gentleness, 'I think so too, Jus.
"Hullo, Misther Gray-ham!" he cried on seeing me approach, "I was jist a wondtherin' how long ye'd be acting skipper on the poop! You looked all forlorn up there, ma bouchal, loike Pat's pig whin he shaved it, thinkin' to git a crop o' wool off av its back. Aren't ye sorry now ye came to say, as I tould ye hey?" "Not a bit of it," said I stoutly.
So saying she led the way into her quaint little kitchen, all tidied up and bright as the children always found it the cakes and a large jug of milk set out as before on a small table near the pleasantly glowing fire. 'Are you coming with Bob and me, Archie? Justin inquired. 'Pat's a donkey no use asking him. Pat took this uncomplimentary speech very calmly. Archie hesitated.
He pulled himself together and rang the bell. "We are going to stop at the Raleigh," he said, in answer to Pat's surprised look. "Our house is shut up, you know. I'll have you children sent to your rooms. I must get off some telegrams and attend to some business. We'll get out of this hot hole to-morrow." Pat pleaded and was allowed to take Anne for a sight-seeing ride. What a gay time they had!
Roseen gave a delighted little cackle, this being an addition on Pat's part and charming her by its vigour and originality.
Poor Pat never went to bed but twice during the fortnight he was there, so bitterly did he grieve over the companion of his early days; and many a sweet discourse passed between them on the subject of the blessed hope that sustained the dying Christian. He only survived Pat's departure four days.
I've cut my boot off and bandaged my leg as well as I could, and am now hungry. That's a good sign. I shall be positively hilarious if you make as good supper as this meagre spread permits. Take a little water, for your throat must be parched. You will have to drink it from the bottle, Pat's fashion, for my rubber cup is broken."
"I'd often thought of adopting," said Harvey D., "in the last two years," he carefully added. "This youngster," said Gideon; "of course we should never have heard of him but for Pat's mad adventure, starting off with God only knows what visions in her little head." "She'd have gone, too," said Sharon, dusting ashes from his waistcoat to the rug. "Self-headed!"
Before quitting the hut Celeste had taken from her two lads their knitted neckerchiefs and given them to the two smaller boys, and Maggie took the old shawl that covered Pat's shoulders and threw it upon the third child, who cried out with joy. At length we returned to our vessel, which had triumphantly fought the wind and floating trees.
Brady as with an air of satisfaction she began to spread the dust covers over her bed. All day Pat swept and dusted and wiped paint and window panes, and at night he went home with seventy-five cents in his pocket. The widow was getting supper, but she worked mechanically, for her heart was in her ears, and they were listening for Pat's step.
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