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If Ah dond't haf dem here, it is small sail ve can carry on de sheep." "Och, now, ye just say that, Schenke, ye just say that! But it's glad I am if we're any use t' ye." "Hundert days to Falmouth, eh?" Schenke grinned as he said it. "Vat 'bout dot bett now, Cabtin?" "Oh that," said Burke queerly. "You win, of course. I'm not quite broke yet, Captain Schenke.
"Lulu!" said Ina. Ina began to cry. "You poor thing!" she said. Her tears were a signal to Mrs. Bett, who had been striving to understand all. Now she too wept, tossing up her hands and rocking her body. Her saucer and spoon clattered on her knee. "He felt bad too," Lulu said. "He!" said Dwight. "He must have." "It's you," Ina sobbed. "It's you. My sister!"
Bett held out the opened envelope, the unfolded letter, and a yellowed newspaper clipping. "See," said the old woman, "says, 'Corie Waters, music hall singer married last night to Ninian Deacon Say, Lulie, that must be her...." Lulu threw out her hands. "There!" she cried triumphantly. "He was married to her, just like he said!"
Though the action of Miss Lulu Bett takes place in a different village, called Warbleton, it might as well have been in Friendship in Friendship seen during a mood when its creator had grown weary of the eternal saccharine.
Bett followed Lulu to the kitchen; "I didn't tell Inie about her bag and now she says I don't know nothing," she complained. "There I knew about the bag the hull time, but I wasn't going to tell her and spoil her gettin' home." She banged the stove-griddle. "I've a good notion not to eat a mouthful o' supper," she announced. "Mother, please!" said Lulu passionately. "Stay here. Help me.
I flatter myself, that I shall lose no honour by this publication, because I believe these Odes, as they now stand, are infinitely the best things I ever wrote. You will see a very pretty one of Collins's, on the Death of Colonel Ross before Tournay. It is addressed to a lady who was Ross's intimate acquaintance, and who, by the way, is Miss Bett Goddard.
Said Dwight: "They'll think what they always think when a wife leaves her husband. They'll think you couldn't get along. That's all." "I should hate that," said Lulu. "Well, I should hate the other, let me tell you." "Dwight, Dwight," said Ina. "Let's go in the house. I'm afraid they'll hear " As they rose, Mrs. Bett plucked at her returned daughter's sleeve.
Di and Bobby had walked home with Jenny. "Look here," said Dwight Herbert, "who is it sits home and has ice cream put in her lap, like a queen?" "Vanilly or chocolate?" Mrs. Bett demanded. "Chocolate, mammal" Ina cried, with the breeze in her voice. "Vanilly sets better," Mrs. Bett said. They sat with her on the porch while she ate. Ina rocked on a creaking board.
Pring up der preakfast; I shall make der bett, and gif you die attresses! You are right; it vould pe too much for me."
Bett, who also lived with them, had days of high vibration when she absented herself from the table as a kind of self-indulgence, and no one could persuade her to food. "Tantrims," they called these occasions. "Baked potatoes," said Mr. Deacon. "That's good that's good. The baked potato contains more nourishment than potatoes prepared in any other way. The nourishment is next to the skin.
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