"
"Aw--Nance!" from Peter, and a great guffaw from Tom, while Gard devoted
himself guiltily to his plate.
"You looked nice before you went in," chuckled Tom, who never knew when
to stop, "but you looked a sight nicer when you came out and sat on
rocks with it all stuck to you--"
"You're a--a--a disgusting thing, Tom Hamon, and you're just as bad,
Peter Mauger!" and she looked as if she would have flown at them, but,
instead, jumped up and flung out of the room.
Gard's innate honesty would not permit him to take up the cudgels this
time. Inwardly he felt himself involved in her condemnation, though none
but himself knew it.
But he had taken at times to glowering at Tom, when his rudeness passed
bounds, in a way which made that young man at once uncomfortable and
angry, and at times provoked him to clownish attempts at reprisal.
Mrs. Hamon bore with the black sheep quietly, since nothing else was
possible to her, though her annoyance and distress were visible enough.
Old Tom was completely obsessed with his visions of wealth ever just
beyond the point of his pick.
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