Then she watched for a favourable opportunity
when she was alone with him and her mother. Finally it came late in
the afternoon, when he stepped into the house for something, and she
asked him timidly:
"Father, I'm wantin' t' go on a cruise t' Wolf Bight--t' see
Emily--can't you take me over with th dogs an' komatik?"
"When you wantin' t' go, lass?" he asked.
"I'm wishin' t' be goin' to-morrow."
"I'm t' be wonderful busy for a few days. Can't un wait a week or
two?"
"I'm wantin' t' go now, father, if I goes. I'm not wantin' t' wait."
"Bob's t' be home," suggested Mrs. Blake.
"Oh, ho! I see!" he exclaimed. "'Tisn't Bob instead o' Emily you're
wantin' so wonderful bad t' see now, is un?"
"'Tis--Emily--I'm wantin'--t'--see," faltered Bessie, blushing
prettily and fingering the hem of her apron in which she was suddenly
very much interested.
"Bob's a fine lad--a fine lad--an' I'm not wonderin'," said her father
teasingly.
"Now, Tom," interceded Mrs. Black, "don't be tormentin' Bessie. O'
course 'tis just Emily she's wantin' t' see. She's not thinkin' o' th'
lads yet."
"Oh, aye," said he, looking slyly out of the corner of his eye at
Bessie, who was blushing now to the very roots of her hair, "I'm not
blamin' she for likin' Bob.
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