DOI Artikel:
Balfour, Marie Clothilde: "Sub tegmine fagi"
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“ Sub Tegmine Fagi”
fortable. “ My word,” said Dinah, “ what’ll I do wi’ye ? Ye
can’t be took anywhere else, ye’re that dirty ; and here
She sniffed.
“ I’m—cleaner—than or’nar,” he murmured feebly ; “ come—
o’ bein’—in—the rain,” and his face looked strangely white in
the darkness of the bed.
Dinah came and went many times that evening, while Tusky
snored in the corner, and the children whimpered on the wet
floor. On her last journey the rain had turned to snow, and the
air had grown terribly cold. The poultice she carried between
hot plates was already tepid. But Bobby was grateful for it,
nevertheless, as he lay amid the blankets she had brought him,
breathing fast, and talking softly to himself, while Tuskv snored,
and the candle and the fire were both nearly burned out. Dinah
did what she could for him, and turned him upon his side.
“ I’ll bring the doctor first thing to-mara,” she said cheerily,
“an’ I reckon he’ll mak’ ye week He’s a terrible clever chap, our
doctor is, an’ a real decent man, too. He’ll mak’ ye week”
Bobby looked up composedly. “ Ay, it’ll be a vera sore ex-
pense,” he murmured, “an’ that hard on Tusky—poor Tusky—
an’ she so handy—an’ goin’ to make the house that smart an’
comPable—Tusky—ah !—she’s a smart ’un—Tusky,” and he
looked across at the dirty, drunken little figure huddled in the
corner, with wisps of hair straggling across her grimy and vixenish
face. Dinah looked that way, too, and snorted: “Ye maun,
keep warm, an’ sleep, an’ wait for the doctor,” she said, restraining
herself with energy, and preparing to depart. “ Ye’re doin’ fine,
and ye’ve on’y got to wait for the doctor. I’ll gat ’un fine’n
yarly.”
She let herself out into the snow, and saw that Bobby lay with
his loving eyes fixed on his wife.
“ Tusky
“ Sub Tegmine Fagi”
fortable. “ My word,” said Dinah, “ what’ll I do wi’ye ? Ye
can’t be took anywhere else, ye’re that dirty ; and here
She sniffed.
“ I’m—cleaner—than or’nar,” he murmured feebly ; “ come—
o’ bein’—in—the rain,” and his face looked strangely white in
the darkness of the bed.
Dinah came and went many times that evening, while Tusky
snored in the corner, and the children whimpered on the wet
floor. On her last journey the rain had turned to snow, and the
air had grown terribly cold. The poultice she carried between
hot plates was already tepid. But Bobby was grateful for it,
nevertheless, as he lay amid the blankets she had brought him,
breathing fast, and talking softly to himself, while Tuskv snored,
and the candle and the fire were both nearly burned out. Dinah
did what she could for him, and turned him upon his side.
“ I’ll bring the doctor first thing to-mara,” she said cheerily,
“an’ I reckon he’ll mak’ ye week He’s a terrible clever chap, our
doctor is, an’ a real decent man, too. He’ll mak’ ye week”
Bobby looked up composedly. “ Ay, it’ll be a vera sore ex-
pense,” he murmured, “an’ that hard on Tusky—poor Tusky—
an’ she so handy—an’ goin’ to make the house that smart an’
comPable—Tusky—ah !—she’s a smart ’un—Tusky,” and he
looked across at the dirty, drunken little figure huddled in the
corner, with wisps of hair straggling across her grimy and vixenish
face. Dinah looked that way, too, and snorted: “Ye maun,
keep warm, an’ sleep, an’ wait for the doctor,” she said, restraining
herself with energy, and preparing to depart. “ Ye’re doin’ fine,
and ye’ve on’y got to wait for the doctor. I’ll gat ’un fine’n
yarly.”
She let herself out into the snow, and saw that Bobby lay with
his loving eyes fixed on his wife.
“ Tusky