When, a few
minutes later, Mr. Terry, smoking his morning pipe, foregathered with
Ben in the stable yard, and asked him what he was after now, the answer
he gave was: "Lookin' araound fer somebody to whayul!" to which the
veteran replied: "Bin, my lad, it's aisy talkin'."
When the men were out of the kitchen, Mrs. Carruthers and her
sister-in-law came in to see the mad woman and her boy. The boy they
knew already, and had always been kind to, giving him toys and other
little presents, as well as occasional food and shelter. They were much
taken with the mother's quiet manners, and, having heard that she had
been a milliner, invited her to join them in the workroom. But, when
they unitedly arrived at the door of that apartment, they speedily
retired to the parlour, and there engaged in conversation. Mrs. Du
Plessis was upstairs, with the colonel to play propriety, sponging the
dominie's face and hands, and brushing his hair, as if he were her own
son. Every now and again Colonel Morton came up to the bedside, saying:
"Be kind to him, my deah Tehesa, and remembeh that he saved the life of
yoah poah sistah Cecilia's widowah.
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