Craig's voice in
the next room; then he spoke his name, and Mr. Craig was kneeling beside
him in a moment. The words came slowly--
'Oi tried--to fight it hout--but---oi got beaten. Hit 'urts to think
'E's hashamed o' me. Oi'd like t'a done better--oi would.'
'Ashamed of you, Billy!' said Craig, in a voice that broke. 'Not He.'
'An'--ye hall--'elped me so!' he went on. 'Oi wish oi'd 'a done
better--oi do,' and his eyes sought Geordie, and then rested on Mrs.
Mavor, who smiled back at him with a world of love in her eyes.
'You hain't hashamed o' me--yore heyes saigh so,' he said looking at
her.
'No, Billy,' she said, and I wondered at her steady voice, 'not a bit.
Why, Billy, I am proud of you.'
He gazed up at her with wonder and ineffable love in his little eyes,
then lifted his hand slightly toward her. She knelt quickly and took it
in both of hers, stroking it and kissing it.
'Oi haught t'a done better. Oi'm hawful sorry oi went back on 'Im. Hit
was the lemonaide. The boys didn't mean no 'arm--but hit started the
'ell hinside.
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