In the case containing this relic, and beside it, reposes a
horn-book, used for many generations in the Troy Infant School,
conducted A.D. 1739-1782 by Miss Sleeman, schoolmistress.
Although we have no positive evidence, there is every reason to
believe that the youthful Solomon--'
"Ain't it enough to make a man sick?" demanded Cai Tamblyn, looking
up. "And I got to speak this truck, day in an' day out."
"Who wrote it?"
"Hansombody. Oh, I ain't denyin' he was well paid. But when I see'd
Miss Marty this very afternoon, unwrappin' the bust with tears in her
eyes, an' her husband standin' by as modest as Moll at a christenin',
and him the richer by thousands--"
"WHAT?"
The Major, despite his hurt, had risen on his elbow. Cai Tamblyn,
too, bounced up.
"The Mayor, I'm talkin' of--Dr. Hansombody," he stammered, gating
into the invalid's face in dismay.
So, for ten slow seconds or so, they eyed one another. Speech began
to work in Cai Tamblyn's throat, but none came. He cast one
bewildered, incredulous, horror-stricken glance back from the face on
the bed to the fatuously smiling face on the washhand stand, and with
that--for the Major had picked up his pillow and was poising to hurl
it--flung his person between them, cast both arms about the bust,
lifted it, and tottered from the room.
CHAPTER XXI.
FACES IN WATER.
"Eh? Wants to get up, does he?"
Dr.
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