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Of course I may require a new dress when the fashions change. I must keep strictly up to date now that I have joined the Tug-of-war; but in case I do, I'll just send a wire to Aunt Bridget in Dublin and she'll send me over a beauty. Ah, she's a dear old soul, Aunt Bridget is. There, Elma, do take the money and be quick about it."
Being such a clever little woman I went artfully to work, speaking first about my father, my mother, my cousin, Nessy MacLeod, and even Aunt Bridget, with the intention of showing how rich I was in relations, so that he might see how poor he was himself.
Fenelby thought of it himself, and he told me to tell you about it, because, really, you know, you are just like one of the family " "Barring I have t' be in at ten o'clock and have t' sleep in th' attic," Bridget interposed. "And don't eat with th' family. And a few other differences. But go ahead and tell me what is th' extry worrk." "Well, it isn't extra work at all," said Mrs.
'Maggie told me you'd been out in the rain last night, and had caught cold, and I thought Mr McKeith would wish me to ask if I could do anything, Mrs Hensor said. Lady Bridget sat up in bed, for the moment her most haughty self. 'Thank you; but there's no occasion for you to trouble, Mrs Hensor. I would have sent for you if I had required your services.
The trouble came to a head with a black boy, called Leura-Jimmy, that Jerry the bullock-driver brought up with him and left at the station where he went down to the township for store supplies He took me with him I told you I was learning bullock-driving.... McKeith paused, and the dark look came upon his face. 'And Leura-Jimmy? put in Bridget.
'My sympathies are with the gin's husband. What business has Wombo to steal another man's wife? 'The husband broke her head with a nulla-nulla, and she loves Wombo and Wombo loves her. I consider that any woman, whether she's black or white, who lives with her husband while she loves another man is committing a sin, said Lady Bridget hotly.
Bridget told them fairy tales as they trotted along, one on each side of her, but that was only when they were tired of running and exploring everything. Sometimes they went down to the sea-shore and built castles of stones, and picked up shells washed in by the waves.
Every once in a while her eyes would wander to the neighboring cots with the disquiet of an over-troubled mother; the only moments of real unhappiness or worry Bridget ever knew were those which brought sorrow to the ward past her power of mending.
Nor, when Lady Bridget slept alone in the new house, did she mind much the dogs and harmless animals that couched under the boards, they gave her a sense of companionship.
My uncle thought awhile, and then said, that in this last matter I was right at any rate, it should not be tried, with his consent, till all other modes of remedy had failed; and he assented to my proposal that I should go myself and see Bridget, and tell her all. In accordance with this, I went down once more to the wayside inn near Coldholme.
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