Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the ChannelHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the Channel
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
For the Captain's sake alone, she would willingly have given the poor
homeless lad house-room; but, beyond that, she had taken a strong fancy
to Dick from noticing his willing manner and anxiety to oblige those who
had been kind to him at the station, an impression that was more than
confirmed subsequently when she witnessed his gallant conduct in
plunging into the water to try and save the impulsive Bob.
So, Dick was in clover!
Like Master Bob, he had his wet clothes stripped off as soon as he got
within doors, and wrapped in warm blankets was put into an equally cosy
little bed; a hot treacle posset being afterwards given to each boy when
comfortably tucked in by Mrs Gilmour herself, which drink even Bob,
accustomed as he was to good things, said was `not so bad, you know,'
while to poor Lazarus-like Dick it tasted as nectar!
Nor was this the end of our runaway's good fortune.
In the morning, after a sound sleep which effectually banished all the
ill effects of their impromptu ducking from both Bob and himself, Dick
awoke, or rather was awakened by his hostess in person, to be told that
the Captain was waiting and wanted to see him particularly.
"I think too, my boy, it really is time for you to get up," added the
lady kindly. "Do you know it's past ten o'clock?"
"Law, mum!" exclaimed Dick, ashamed of his laziness, having been
accustomed at Guildford to turn out at sunrise, that is if he went to
bed at all; for his unkind step-father often locked him out of a night
when in an especially angry mood. "Law, mum, whatever be I a-doing of
a-lying here in broad daylight! I humbly asks yer parding, mum."
"Oh, never mind that, you're not so very late, my poor boy, considering
all you went through yesterday and last night," said Mrs Gilmour
smiling. "But, come now, you mustn't keep the Captain waiting, or we'll
have him trotting upstairs after you himself. Dress as quickly as you
can; I have had your things dried at the kitchen fire, and here they are
in this chair near the door."
So saying, Mrs Gilmour left the room, and Dick hopped out of bed
immediately afterwards, proceeding to put on his clothes; thinking, poor
fellow, as he did so, how shabby and ragged they were, and that they and
he were altogether sadly out of place in an apartment which, to his
rustic eyes, used only to the surroundings of his village home, appeared
a palace.
As soon as he was dressed and opened the door of the room, he found,
waiting on the landing, a maidservant, who, first taking him downstairs
to the kitchen, where she gave him a good breakfast, afterwards showed
him the way to the parlour.
Here Mrs Gilmour and the Captain, with Bob and Nellie, were all
assembled, apparently ready to go out, the ladies having their walking
things on.
"A pretty time of day for a youngster like you to be getting up," cried
the old sailor jocularly as he entered. "I wonder the bright sun hasn't
scorched your eyes out long before this, sir!"
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