Thus Fitzroy, with gestures suited for the occasion. But poor old Mother Molly took Father Fitzroy down a peg.
“Which ye doesn’t get Molly to sail for no furrin parts, ’cept heaven itself when her day comes; there’s no tide but that for her.” And Molly resolved now to reside with a sister.
The caravans would not be sold, but left in comfortable quarters. A show like this, Fitzroy said, might be something to fall back upon.
The expenses would all fall on Macgilvray’s agent. He pooh-poohed them. Fitzroy would be able to pay him back out of his first week’s gate-money.
No wonder hope rose high. They were
“She dressed him in flowers.
going in a sailing-ship, though. This would be quieter, and though a longer voyage, it would be a healthier; and Fitzroy was just old enough to begin to think of his health and comfort.