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'RAT - tat-tat, RAT - tat-tat, RAT - tat-tat.' 'He is in his mother's arms,' said he. 'Oh, poor little fellow! Is he dead?' 'Don't mind it more than you can help,' said Mr. Omer. 'Yes. The baby's dead.' My wounds broke out afresh at this intelligence. I left the scarcely-tasted breakfast, and went and rested my head on another table, in a corner of the little room, which Minnie hastily cleared, lest I should spot the mourning that was lying there with my tears. She was a pretty, good-natured girl, and put my hair away from my eyes with a soft, kind touch; but she was very cheerful at having nearly finished her work and being in good time, and was so different from me! Presently the tune left off, and a good-looking young fellow came across the yard into the room. He had a hammer in his hand, and his mouth was full of little nails, which he was obliged to take out before he could speak. 'Well, Joram!' said Mr. Omer. 'How do you get on?' 'All right,' said Joram. 'Done, sir.' Minnie coloured a little, and the other two girls smiled at one another. 'What! you were at it by candle-light last night, when I was at the club, then? Were you?' said Mr. Omer, shutting up one eye. 'Yes,' said Joram. 'As you said we could make a little trip of it, and go over together, if it was done, Minnie and me - and you.' 'Oh! I thought you were going to leave me out altogether,' said Mr. Omer, laughing till he coughed. '- As you was so good as to say that,' resumed the young man, 'why I turned to with a will, you see. Will you give me your opinion of it?' 'I will,' said Mr. Omer, rising. 'My dear'; and he stopped and |
