Bob, Son of Battle by Alfred Ollivant
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Thornton."
"How didst coom by him?" asked Tammas, nodding at the puppy. "Found him," the little man replied, sucking his twig. "Found him in ma stockin' on ma birthday. A present from ma leetle David for his auld dad, I doot." "So do I," said Tammas, and was seized with sudden spasm of seemingly causeless merriment. For looking up as M'Adam was speaking, he had caught a glimpse of a boy's fair head, peering cautiously round the cow-shed, and, behind, the flutter of short petti.. coats. They disappeared as silently as they had come; and two small figures, just returned from school, glided away and sought shelter in the friendly darkness of a coal-hole. "Coom awa', Maggie, coom awa'! 'Tis th' owd un, 'isself," whispered a disrespectful voice. M'Adam looked round suspiciously. "What's that?" he asked sharply. At the moment, however, Mrs. Moore put her head out of the kitchen window. "Coom thy ways in, Mister M'Adam, and tak' a soop o' tea," she called hospitably. "Thank ye kindly, Mrs. Moore, I will," he answered, politely for |
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