Poor creeter! I always felt onreconciled to that bright young boy of hern bein’ struck down as he wuz by a savage in a savage place, fur from a mother’s love.
Oh, dear me!
But here Napoleon came often in the mild September, and happiness rained in the beautiful villa, with its gay pleasure grounds.
Wall, Martin see a sight, I spoze, and as he sed a-goin’ back:
“I am so glad we stayed here some time, for I know a lot of men who bring their families here winters, and it will be interesting to converse with them about the beauties of the place; I’m glad I brought all my family with me,” sez he, lookin’ complacently at Alice and Adrian.
“But, papa, we never sat down at all,” sed Adrian.
“Never mind, my boy—you have been there, and it is a great watering-place. And when Mr. Goldwind’s boy talks about Biarritz, you can mention to him that you have been there and stayed for some time.”
“But Billy Goldwind stays there all winter, papa.”
“Well, we do not want to stay so long; we want to get back home before winter. We merely wanted to go there and stay some time, and we have.”
Wall, I don’t spoze it wuz a real lie—we had been there and had stayed some time.