tition, the inner room being Mrs. Varley’s bedroom, the outer Dick’s. Daniel Hood’s dormitory was a corner of the kitchen, which apartment served also as a parlour.
The rooms were lighted by two windows, one on each side of the door, which gave to the house the appearance of having a nose and two eyes. Houses of this kind have literally got a sort of expression on—if we may use the word—their countenances. Square windows give the appearance of easy-going placidity; longish ones, that of surprise. Mrs. Varley’s was a surprise cottage; and this was in keeping with the scene in which it stood, for the clear lake in front, studded with islands, and the distant hills beyond, composed a scene so surprisingly beautiful that it never failed to call forth an expression of admiration from every visitor to the Mustang Valley.
“My boy,” exclaimed Mrs. Varley, as her son entered the cottage with a bound, “why so hurried to-day? Deary me! where got you the grand gun?”
“Won it, mother!”
“Won it, my son?”
“Ay, won it, mother. Druve the nail almost, and would ha’ druve it altogether had I bin more used to Joe Blunt’s rifle.”
Mrs. Varley’s heart beat high, and her face flushed with pride as she gazed at her son, who laid the rifle on the table for her inspection, while he rattled off an animated and somewhat disjointed account of the match.
“Deary me! now that was good, that was cliver. But what’s that scraping at the door?”
“Oh! that’s Fan; I forgot her. Here! here! Fan! Come in, good dog,” he cried, rising and opening the door.
Fan entered and stopped short, evidently uncomfortable.
“My boy, what do ye with the major’s dog?”
“Won her too, mother!”
“Won her, my son?”
“Ay, won her, and the pup too; see, here it is!” and he plucked Crusoe from his bosom.
Crusoe having found his position to be one of great comfort had fallen into a profound slumber, and on being thus unceremoniously awakened he gave forth a yelp of discontent that brought Fan in sympathy to his side.
“There you are, Fan; take it to a corner and make yourself at home. Ay, that’s right, mother; give her somethin’ to eat. She’s hungry; I know by her look.”
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