We would not let him pawn his watch, which he was most anxious
to do, though Alister and I pointed out how invaluable it might prove to
us (it was a good hunting-watch, and had been little damaged by the
sea), because, as he said, "he would feel as if he was doing
_something_, anyhow."
Alister and I were the last to part, and as we did so, having been
talking about Dennis O'Moore, I said, "I knew it was French when I got
nearer, but I never learnt French, though my mother began to teach me
once. You don't really think you'll learn it from him, do you?"
"With perseverance," replied Alister, simply.
"What good will French be to you?" I asked.
"Knowledge is a light burden, and it may carry ye yet," was Alister's
reply.
When we met again, Dennis was jingling some money in his pocket, which
was added to the common fund of which the miser's legacy had formed the
base. I had got paper and stamps, and information as to mails, and some
more information which was postponed till we found out what was amiss
with the Scotch leaf of our shamrock.
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