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"Miss AM ABEL AD E LINE AM MA BY," prompted the nurse. "Amabel!" said the little Jan, softly. But, after this feat, he took a fit of childish reticence, and would say no more; whilst, deeply resentful of the liberties Jan had taken, Miss Amabel Adeline Ammaby twisted her features till she looked like a gutta-percha gargoyle, and squalled as only a fretful baby can squall.
"Enough, enough, my dear Ammaby!" cried the Rector; "I put myself in your hands, and I will see to the public appeal at once; though I may mention that the credit of those compositions chiefly belongs to old Swift. He knows the data minutely, and he delights in the putting together. I think he regards it as a species of literary work. I hope you hear good news of Lady Louisa and little Amabel?"
"They are quite well, thank you," said the Squire; "they are in town just now with Lady Craikshaw, who has gone up to consult her London doctor." "Well, farewell, Ammaby, for the present. Tell the doctor I'll give his plan a trial, and we'll get the place into working order as fast as we can." "He will be charmed," said the Squire.
Ammaby was telling me about, who painted the sign of the inn in his village; but his father was a windmiller called Lake, and" "Mamma! mamma!" cried D'Arcy, "papa is ill." The sound of his son's voice recalled Mr. Ford's client to consciousness; but it was a very partial and confused consciousness. He heard voices speaking of the heat, the crush, etc., as in a dream.
Ammaby wished him to take his name and arms, but Jan decided to keep his own. And it is by this name that Fame writes him in her roll of painters, and not by that of the old Squires of Ammaby, nor by the name he bore when he was a Child of the Windmill. A south-west wind is blowing over the plains.
Jan leaned forward once more, and passed his little hand softly down the baby's face twice or thrice, as he was wont to stroke the sandy kitten, as it slept with him, saying, "Poor itta pussy!" "It's not a puss-cat, bless his little heart!" said the matter-of- fact nurse. "It's little Miss Amabel Adeline Ammaby." "Say it, love!" said Mrs. Lake, adding, to the nurse, "he can say any thing, mum."
Ammaby and Lady Louisa. They've been in town, and her ladyship's had the very best advice, and now we've come to the country for three months, but the dear child don't seem a bit the better. And we've been trying every thing, I'm sure.
Indeed, Lady Louisa would close her eyes, and Lady Craikshaw would put up her gold glass at the child, and they would both cry, "Sadly coarse! QUITE AN AMMABY!" Amabel was not coarse, however; but she had a strength and originality of character that must have come from some bygone generation, if it was inherited. She had a pitying affection for her mother.
"The eau-de-Cologne, mamma dear, please," said Lady Louisa, as the door closed on the struggling, screaming, and protesting Amabel. "Isn't it really dreadful? But Esmerelda Ammaby says Henry used to tell shocking stories when he was a little boy." On Sunday morning Jan took his place in church with unusual feelings.
"The old-fashioned little piece!" exclaimed the nurse, admiringly. And Mrs. Lake added, "Let un see the little lady, maester." The miller held out the baby, and the nurse, removing a dainty handkerchief edged with Valenciennes lace from its face, introduced it as "Miss Amabel Adeline Ammaby;" and Mrs. Lake murmured, "What a lovely little thing!"
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