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"We were just off to Hillport," said Janet. "How splendid of you to come like this!" "Don't let's go to Hillport!" said Alicia. Janet hesitated, pulling down her veil. "Of course you must go!" Hilda said positively. "I'm afraid we shall have to go," said Janet, with reluctance. "You see, it's the Marrions Edie's cousins and Edie will be there!" "Who's Edie?" "Why! Tom's fiancée!
But the first person who caught a sight of the mendicant exclaimed, "Ah! here comes auld Edie, that kens the rules of a' country games better than ony man that ever drave a bowl, or threw an axle-tree, or putted a stane either; let's hae nae quarrelling, callants we'll stand by auld Edie's judgment." Edie was accordingly welcomed, and installed as umpire, with a general shout of gratulation.
"I'll neer believe that," answered Ringan; "Edie was ken'd to me, and my father before me, for a true, loyal, and sooth-fast man; and, mair by token, he's sleeping up yonder in our barn, and has been since ten at e'en Sae touch ye wha liket, Mr. Dousterswivel, and whether onybody touched ye or no, I'm sure Edie's sackless."
It's a dreadful contingency to talk about, Selah, and I can't bear talking about it; but we MUST face these things, however terrible, mustn't we? and in this case one's absolutely bound to face it for poor Edie's sake as well as for Ernest's. Selah, she must have a home to go to, when dear Ernest's taken from us.
She liked to sit and look at her and watch the happiness flowering in Mrs. Gardner's face. She thought Mrs. Gardner's face was more beautiful than any woman's she had ever seen, except Edie's. Edie's face was perfect; but Mrs. Gardner's was a simple oval that sacrificed perfection in the tender amplitude of her chin. There were no lines on it; for Mrs.
The day of Edie's disappearance tallied exactly with the date of the robbing of the girl by Brassey and the Slogger.
"Walter," said she "all these people have called on us. What do you think I'd better do?" "I think you'll have to call on them some day." "All of them?" He took the cards from her and glanced through them. "Let me see. Charlie Gorst we must be nice to him." "Is he nice?" "I think so. Edie's very fond of him." "And Mrs. Lawson Hannay?" "Oh, you must call on her." "Shall I like her." "Possibly.
Yer mus see as Arthur is rapped up, an Edie's eyes ull 'ave to be seen to now an agen. I'm sorry, but there's nothin else. I wud like yer to kiss me onst, when they bring me in, and jes say, Bessie, I forgive yer. It won't do yer no 'arm, an p'raps I may 'ear it without your knowin. So good-bye, Isaac, from yur lovin wife, Bessie.... As he read it, the man's fixed pallor and iron calm gave way.
To see 'em brighten up after you've watered 'em, like that there maiden-'air fern there, why it's enough to make one love 'em the same as if they was Christians, mum. There was a melting tenderness in her voice when she talked about the flowers that half won over Edie's heart, even in spite of her hard features.
This time the two tears trickled slowly down Edie's cheek not very sad tears either and she answered hurriedly, 'Oh, I don't mean that, Mr. Le Breton, I don't mean that. You misunderstand me, I'm sure you misunderstand me. Ernest caught up the trembling little hand again. 'Then you CAN love me, Edie? he said eagerly, 'you can love me?
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