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They came in, and handed him a "Robinson Crusoe"
with pictures in it.
Crayshaw accepted it graciously.
"You must write my name in it," he observed, with exceeding mildness,
"and mind you write it with a soft G."
"Yes, of course," said little Hugh, taking in, but hesitating how to
obey.
"A hard G is quite wrong, and very indigestible too," he continued, yet
more mildly; "though people will persist that it's a capital letter."
The young people then began to congratulate themselves on their success
as regarded Miss Crampton.
"She scarcely stayed five minutes, and she was so afraid of the machine,
and so shocked at the whittling and the talk, and Cray's whole
appearance, that she will not come near us while he is here. After that,
the stair-rods will protect us."
"No," said Crayshaw, "but it's no stimulus to my genius to have to talk
Yankee to such ignorant people. I might mix up North, South, and West
as I liked, and you would be none the wiser. However, if she chances to
hear me speak a week hence, she'll believe that my accent has entirely
peeled off.


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