“Then don’t forget some tools: spades, and hoes, and seeds, and some carpenter’s things and nails. You can’t think what a deal can be done with a hammer, a saw, and a few nails.”
“Then you mean to come?”
“Mean to come, sir?” cried Morgan, in astonishment. “Why we got married o’ purpose; didn’t we, Sarah?”
“Oh yes, sir; that’s the very truth.”
“And we shall be obliged to go now.”
I did not see where the obligation came in, but I supposed it was all right.
“Then I can only say thank you heartily,” cried my father, warmly; “and for my part, I’ll do my duty by you both.”
“Of course we know that, don’t we, Sarah? Or else we shouldn’t go.”
“My dear master!” said Sarah, and she bent forward and kissed his hand before clapping her handkerchief to her eyes, and rushing out of the room.
“She’ll be all right, sir, soon,” whispered Morgan. “And look you, I’ll begin getting together all sorts of little tackle, sir, as I think ’ll be useful out yonder. Knives and string, and—look you, Master George, strikes me as a few hooks and lines wouldn’t be amiss. A few good fish in a frying-pan, cooked as Sarah can cook ’em, arn’t to be sneezed at now and then.”