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When, therefore, Martha, with Meg now bounding before her, caught sight of Ann Gossaway's beckoning hand thrust out of the low window of her cottage the spider-web referred to by Uncle Ephraim she halted in her walk, lingered a moment as if undecided, expressed her opinion of the dressmaker to Meg in an undertone, and swinging open the gate with its ball and chain, made her way over the grass-plot and stood outside the window, level with the sill.
When Martha, with Meg at her heels, passed Ann Gossaway's cottage the next morning on her way to the post-office her daily custom the dressmaker, who was sitting in the window, one eye on her needle and the other on the street, craned her head clear of the calico curtain framing the sash and beckoned to her.
This perch of Ann Gossaway's was the eyrie from which she swept the village street, bordered with a double row of wide-spreading elms and fringed with sloping grassy banks spaced at short intervals by hitching-posts and horse-blocks.
He had Lucy by both bands now, and was turning her about as if she had been one of Ann Gossaway's models. "Have I changed, Captain Holt?" "No not a mite. You've got a new suit of flesh and blood on your bones, that's all. And it's the best in the locker. Well! Well! WELL!" He was still twisting her around.
A woman was passing along the edge of the bluffs, carrying a basket in one hand and a green umbrella in the other; a tall, thin, angular woman, with the eye of a ferret. It was Ann Gossaway's day for visiting the sick, and she had just left Fogarty's cabin, where little Tod, with his throat tied up in red flannel, had tried on her mitts and played with her spectacles.
She had not understood a word of Miss Gossaway's outburst. "Why, yesterday afternoon, of course didn't I tell ye so? I'd been down to Fogarty's; it's my week. Miss Jane and Bart didn't see me didn't want to. Might a' been a pair of scissors, they was that close together." "Miss Jane warn't on the beach yesterday afternoon," said Martha in a positive tone, still in the dark.
Fogarty go on 'Oh, the goodness of him!" and she mimicked the good woman's dialect. "'If Tod'd been his own child he couldn't a-done more for him. That's the way she talks. I heard, doctor, ye never left him till daylight. You're a wonder." The doctor touched his hat and drove on. Miss Gossaway's sharp, rasping voice and incisive manner of speaking grated upon him.
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