At Sunwich Port, Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 243 pages of information about At Sunwich Port, Complete.

At Sunwich Port, Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 243 pages of information about At Sunwich Port, Complete.

Feeling very spic and span, and still a trifle uncomfortable from the vigorous attentions of Ann, who cleansed her as though she had been a doorstep, she paced slowly up and down the path.  Upon these occasions of high dress a spirit of Sabbath calm was wont to descend upon her and save her from escapades to which in a less severe garb she was somewhat prone.

She stopped at the gate and looked up the road.  Then her face flushed, and she cast her eyes behind her to make sure that the hall-door stood open.  The hated scion of the house of Hardy was coming down the road, and, in view of that fact, she forgot all else—­even her manners.

The boy, still fresh from the loss of his natural protector, kept a wary eye on the house as he approached.  Then all expression died out of his face, and he passed the gate, blankly ignoring the small girl who was leaning over it and apparently suffering from elephantiasis of the tongue.  He went by quietly, and Miss Nugent, raging inwardly that she had misbehaved to no purpose, withdrew her tongue for more legitimate uses.

“Boo,” she cried; “who had his hair pulled?”

Master Hardy pursued the even tenor of his way.

“Who’s afraid to answer me for fear my father will thrash him?” cried the disappointed lady, raising her voice.

This was too much.  The enemy retraced his steps and came up to the gate.

“You’re a rude little girl,” he said, with an insufferably grown-up air.

“Who had his hair pulled?” demanded Miss Nugent, capering wildly; “who had his hair pulled?”

“Don’t be silly,” said Master Hardy.  “Here.”  He put his hand in his pocket, and producing some nuts offered them over the gate.  At this Miss Nugent ceased her capering, and wrath possessed her that the enemy should thus misunderstand the gravity of the situation.

“Well, give ’em to Jack, then,” pursued the boy; “he won’t say no.”

This was a distinct reflection on Jack’s loyalty, and her indignation was not lessened by the fact that she knew it was true.

“Go away from our gate,” she stormed.  “If my father catches you, you’ll suffer.”

“Pooh!” said the dare-devil.  He looked up at the house and then, opening the gate, strode boldly into the front garden.  Before this intrusion Miss Nugent retreated in alarm, and gaining the door-step gazed at him in dismay.  Then her face cleared suddenly, and Master Hardy looking over his shoulder saw that his retreat was cut off by Mr. Wilks.

“Don’t let him hurt me, Sam,” entreated Miss Nugent, piteously.

Mr. Wilks came into the garden and closed the gate behind him.

“I wasn’t going to hurt her,” cried Master Hardy, anxiously; “as if I should hurt a girl!

“Wot are you doing in our front garden, then?” demanded Mr. Wilks.

He sprang forward suddenly and, catching the boy by the collar with one huge hand, dragged him, struggling violently, down the side-entrance into the back garden.  Miss Nugent, following close behind, sought to improve the occasion.

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