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What do they do, only upset the minds of the people, teaching them to be disrespectful to the clergy and to use language the like of which decent people ought not to use?" "It's my opinion that he is a Yank anyway," said Doyle. Mary Ellen returned from Kerrigan's shop. She carried a small parcel, wrapped in newspaper. It contained two chops for Mr. Billing's dinner.
"Greeting!" exclaimed the old lady, drawing nearer, "I ken it by the sound of your voice; greeting eenow! Are ye no weel, Miss Ellen? What vexes my bairn? Oh, but your father would be vexed an he kenned it!" "Never mind, Mrs. Allen," said Ellen; "I shall get over it directly; don't say anything about it."
As it wore on, there came to be one thing in which Ellen again took pleasure, and that was her Bible. She used to get alone or into a corner with it, and turn the leaves over and over; looking out its gentle promises, and sweet comforting words to the weak and the sorrowing.
The doctor made answer that he would gladly do his best to find such a child as they wished, that he had no doubt of ultimate success, but that they must be prepared to wait. This interview having been reported to Ellen, the life of the Lindsays at once assumed a brighter character.
It was a prayer for her and for himself, and one of its petitions was, that they might be kept to see each other again. Ellen wrote the words on her heart. "Are you going?" He showed his watch. "Well, I shall see you to-morrow." "Shall you be here?" "Certainly, where else should I be? What time must you set out?" "I need not till afternoon, but how early can I see you?" "As early as you please.
Kathleen looked at Terence and clutched the little crucifix in her hand. But she need not have been afraid of Terence; he knew the crucifix as well as he cared to know it. After a long time the water boiled. Mrs. O'Brien waited till it was boiling as hard as ever it could, and then she whispered to Ellen: "Break the eggs now; keep the shells and throw away the rest."
'Harold's, Sir, said Ellen. 'Yes, he takes a great pride in it, and so did Alfred when he was well. 'Ah, I dare say; and it must be pleasant to you to see your brother working in it now. I see him under that shed, and who is that lad with him? They seem to have some good joke together. 'Oh, said Ellen, 'Harold likes company, you see, Sir, and will take up with anybody.
"Come here, Pixie, please! Stand before me! You have heard what Ellen says! Was it Mademoiselle's room out of which you were coming?" "It was, Miss Phipps!" said Pixie, with a gulp; and a groan of dismay sounded through the room, at which Miss Phipps's eyes sent out a flashing glance. "Silence, please! Leave this to me!
Grattan was sorry there was no cake on the table, but there was some buttered toast in the oven; and Ellen reminded her of the paper boats and the alder-trees, and they spoke for a long time about her son James and about people that Ned knew nothing of, until Ned began to feel bored and went to the window.
Poole, an elderly woman of Winterbourne Bishop, whose children were grown up and away from home, who when staying at Bower Chalk some months before had taken a great liking for Ellen, and when parting with her had kissed her and said: "My dear, I lived among strangers too when I were a girl and had no one of my own, and know what 'tis."
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