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Gale to look in at the Vicarage on her way home, for Essy wasn't very well. But Mrs. Gale had shied off from the subject of Essy. She had done it with the laughter of deep wisdom and a shake of her head. You couldn't teach Mrs. Gale anything about illness, nor about Essy. "I knaw Assy," she had said. "There's nowt amiss with her. Doan't you woorry."
'Oh, said he full of the promised cow, 'I doan't care for that there Brown chap, he bean't no good; zo I jest put a cross agen he, and voted for Stiggins. The dream of life was accomplished, the labourer had a vote, and irony he voted exactly opposite to his intent. Too-whoo! ooo! the sound of a horn, the hunt was up; but this was not the hunting season.
So that you see he laid by a pretty handsome sum at the end of the year. My master was diffrent; and being a more fashnable man than Mr. B., in course he owed a deal more mony. I give this as a curosity pipple doan't know how in many cases fashnabble life is carried on; and to know even what a real gnlmn OWES is somethink instructif and agreeable. But to my tail.
But that's because I've grown from boy to man, as you have from child to woman." "So I have, and 't is a pity my faither doan't knaw it," answered Phoebe, smarting under her wrongs, and willing to chronicle them in a friendly ear. "If I ban't full woman, who is? Yet I'm treated like a baaby, as if I'd got no 'pinions an' feelings, and wasn't wasn't auld enough to knaw what love meant."
Pan and Christ might each have heard and listened, for she called on the gods of earth and heaven from a heart that was full. "Kind Mother o' the flowers, doan't 'e forget a poor maiden what loves 'e so dear.
"Noa," drawled the carpenter; "Muster Bubbage beant here; doan't want un, nuther nuvver do moind a's owen business always jawin' volks. A beant here, an' doan't want un, nuther." Nick's heart went down. "And where is he?" "Who? Muster Bubbage? Whoy, a be-eth out to Zhoreditch, a-playin' at t' theater." "And where may Shoreditch be?" "Whur be Zhoreditch?" gaped the workman, vacantly.
Presently they heard footsteps approaching, and a man soon came up from the direction of Cove. "Foine noight," said the man. "Fine night it is," responded Gaff and Billy in the same breath. Gaff suddenly turned and accosted the stranger just as he had passed them. "D'ye belong to Cove?" "No, I doan't; only stoppin' there a bit." "Ye don't happen to know a 'ooman o' the name o' Gaff, do ye?"
"Doan't yo' all commence t' gittin' skittish. Dat machine ain't gwine t' hurt yo'. Why good land a' massy! Ef 'tain't Mistah Swift!" cried the colored man, as he caught sight of Tom. "What's de trouble?" he asked. "Broke down," answered the young inventor briefly. "You always seem to come along when I'm in trouble, Rad." "Dat's right," assented the darkey, with a grin.
I'm sorry it happened." "Oh, dat's all right. Doan't mind me," went on the colored man. "It was mah fault fer gittin in de road. But dat mule Boomerang am suttinly de most outrageous quadruped dat ever circumlocuted." "Why do you call him Boomerang?" asked Tom, wondering if the negro really was hurt. "What fo' I call him Boomerang?
"But where did he come from?" "I 'clar t' goodness I doan't know. All I knows is dat he jest comed. One day he wasn't dere, and come next day he was." "Does the professor know him?" "Suah! He's a friend ob de perfesser," added Washington. "De perfesser was pow'ful glade t' see him." "'Then he must be some scientist," said Mark. "Dat's it!
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