“I thought you were having yours, Jem.”
“No, Mas’ Don,” said Jem sadly; “there’s my tea”—and he pointed to the bundle handkerchief; “there’s my tea; leastwise I will tell the truth, o’ course—there’s part on it; t’other part’s inside, for I couldn’t tie that up, or I’d ha’ brought it same ways to have down here and look at the ships.”
“Then why don’t you eat it, man?”
“’Cause I can’t, sir. I’ve had so much o’ my Sally that I don’t want no wittals.”
Don said nothing, but sat down by Jem Wimble to look at the ships.
Chapter Eight.
Kitty Christmas sits up.
“My dear Laura,” said Uncle Josiah that same evening, “you misjudge me; Lindon’s welfare is as dear to me as that of my little Kitty.”