When he returned after many days, two hairs had sprouted from a mole on
his cheek, and he was for ever fondling them with pride and pleasure.
"Hello! Jacky!" exclaimed the manager of the station, noticing him on
his return for the first time. "You catch gem plenty whisker now," and
feinted to pluck out the twin hairs.
Jacky started back in dismay. "You no broke 'em! You no broke 'em!"
Another boy showed that the cruel edge of vanity which prompts others to
dye their hair is felt by the race. White hairs began to mingle with the
black of his moustache, and one by one he plucked them out. The
moustache became thinner and thinner, until the lip was as bare as a
baby's cheek, while the fraudulently youthful appearance gave obvious
satisfaction.
HONOUR AND GLORY
As we sat enjoying the cool moonlight, Mickie announced that Jinny
desired an interview. "All right, Mickie, tell her come along." "No,
bi'mby. When finish wash 'em plate." That duty disposed of, Mickie--"Now
Boss." "Well, come along, Jinny. What you want?" "No, Boss; I no want
talk alonga you, Mickie humbug you. What for you humbug Boss, Mickie?"
Jinny was bashful, for the subject was momentous, touched her pride, and
had been depressing her gaiety for many weeks.
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