I think I should have shaken my head, but she laid an emphasis on my, which the little gipsy knew would have its effect. All my resolutions, all my pride, all my sense of injury vanished before the mild, beautiful eyes of Sarah, and I replied hastily, “Yes, Miss Sarah, I can refuse you nothing.”
“Why Miss, Jacob?”
“I am a waterman, and you are much above me.”
“That is your own fault; but say no more about it.”
“I must say something more, which is this: do not attempt to make me leave my present employment; I am happy, because I am independent; and that I will, if possible, be for the future.”
“Any one can pull an oar, Jacob.”
“Very true, Miss Sarah, and is under no obligation to any one by so earning his livelihood. He works for all and is paid for all.”
“Will you come and see us, Jacob? Come to-morrow—now do—promise me. Will you refuse your old playmate, Jacob?”
“I wish you would not ask that.”
“How then can you say that you are friends with my father? I will not believe you unless you promise to come.”