But as et turns out, neither argyment nor
vegetables bein' acceptable to a party that's sick wi' a fever, I be
clane floored for what to do."
"Well, now, I've a-told 'ee. An' don't let the grass grow 'neath
your feet, 'cos 'twill grow fast enough over your heads some day."
The Twins, unable to cope with Caleb's determination, stole
noiselessly out. And thus it was that when, late in the afternoon,
the little Doctor returned, he found Peter and Paul, in large blue
aprons, busily helpless downstairs, and Tamsin, bright-eyed and warm
of cheek, seated by the sick man's bedside.
On the following morning, which the reader, should he care to
calculate, will find to be Tuesday, Admiral Buzza dropped his
newspaper with a start, and glared across the breakfast-table.
"What is it, my love?" inquired his wife. "Nothing wrong, I hope?"
"Wrong? Oh! no," replied the Admiral grimly, "nothing--wrong.
Oblige me by listening to this, madam." He took up the paper and
read aloud:
"ANOTHER DYNAMITE PLOT.
A WHOLE TOWN DECEIVED--EXTRAORDINARY PROCEEDINGS.
ESCAPE OF THE SUSPECTED PERSONS.
THE DYNAMITE FIENDS STILL AT LARGE.
"The existence of another of these atrocious conspiracies aimed at
the security of our public buildings and the safety of peaceful
citizens, has been brought to light by certain recent occurrences at
the romantic little seaport town of Troy.
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