“The life is not so bad,” said Craggs, “but it's lonely sometimes.”
“Life need never be lonely so long as a man has health and his faculties,” said Billy; “give me nature to admire, a bit of baycon for dinner, and my fiddle to amuse me, and I would n't change with the King of Sugar 'Candy.'”
“I was there,” said Craggs, “it's a fine island.”
“My lord wants to see the doctor,” said a woman, entering hastily.
“And the doctor is ready for him,” said Billy, rising and leaving the kitchen with all the dignity he could assume.
CHAPTER III. BILLY TRAYNOR—POET, PEDLAR, AND PHYSICIAN
“Didn't I tell you how it would be?” said Billy, as he re-entered the kitchen, now crowded by the workpeople, anxious for tidings of the sick man. “The head is re-leaved, the congestive symptoms is allayed, and when the artarial excitement subsides, he 'll be out of danger.”
“Musha, but I 'm glad,” muttered one; “he 'd be a great loss to us.”
“True for you, Patsey; there's eight or nine of us here would miss him if he was gone.”