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"Man, man," said Findlayson of the Rhondda. "You don't tell me Burke's been fool enough to take that bet. Hoo! You haven't the ghost of a chance, Burke." "Och, ye never know," said the now doleful sportsman. "Ye never know ye're luck." Ah make de bett dis vay look. Ve goes to Falmouth you und me, hein? Now, de first who comes on de shore vins de money. Dot vill gif you t'ree days' start, no?"
Bett was working contentedly beside her, and now and then humming an air of that music of the night before. The sun surged through the kitchen door and east window, a returned oriole swung and fluted on the elm above the gable. Wagons clattered by over the rattling wooden block pavement. "Ain't it nice with nobody home?" Mrs. Bett remarked at intervals, like the burden of a comic song.
He heard her inquiring for one Alexander Bett, and being told that there was no such person in Thrums, "He's married on a woman of the name of Gavinia," said the old lady; and then they directed her to the house of the only Gavinia in the place. With dark forebodings Corp skulked after her. He remembered who she was now.
Lulu slipped by her sister, and into the kitchen. "Well, where have you, been?" cried Ina. "I declare, I never saw such a family. Mamma don't know anything and neither of you will tell anything." "Mamma knows a-plenty," snapped Mrs. Bett. Monona, who was eating a sticky gift, jumped stiffly up and down. "You'll catch it you'll catch it!" she sent out her shrill general warning. Mrs.
And F forgets the certain Bett he made; E'en S-l-n feels Ambition fire his breast And leaves half told, the fabricated Jest. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The murmurs hush'd the Herald straight proclaim'd S-l-n the witty next in order nam'd, But he was gone to hear the dismal yells Of tortur'd Ghosts and suffering Criminals, Tho' summoned thrice, he chose not to return, Charmed to behold the crackling Culprits burn With George all know Ambition must give place When there's an Execution in the case."
She merely took the comfort of his kindly indignation. "It came out all right," she said only. "But I won't stay there any more. I can't do that." "Then what are you going to do?" "In Millton yesterday," she said, "I saw an advertisement in the hotel they wanted a chambermaid." "Oh, Miss Bett!" he cried. At that name she flushed.
"Kind of a relief, I think, to have her gone," said Mrs. Bett, from the fulness of something or other. "Mother!" Lulu said, twisting her smile. "Why, my land, I love her," Mrs. Bett explained, "but she wiggles and chitters." Cornish never made the slightest effort, at any time, to keep a straight face. The honest fellow now laughed loudly. "Well!" Lulu thought. "He can't be so very much in love."
So he and Mr. Jack paid me these two betts. And with my best duty to my mother she will not be displeased with me, for I bett for the honor of the Old Dominion, and my opponent was a nobleman of the first quality, himself holding two Erldomes, and heir to a Duke. Betting is all the rage here, and the bloods and young fellows of fashion are betting away from morning till night.
Dwight threw her a casual "Better come, too, Mother Bett," but she shook her head. She wished to go, wished it with violence, but she contrived to give to her arbitrary refusal a quality of contempt. When Jenny arrived with Bobby, she had brought a sheaf of gladioli for Mrs. Bett, and took them to her in the kitchen, and as she laid the flowers beside her, the young girl stopped and kissed her.
Such a one was that cousin of my grandmother, whom western Massachusetts remembers as "Mum Bett." Scarred for life by a blow received in defense of a sister, she ran away to Great Barrington and was the first slave, or one of the first, to be declared free under the Bill of Rights of 1780.
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