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"I swore I wouldn't," she said to herself as she went along; "but I'm dinged if the sight o' Depper's old woman a-crawlin' arter them mamucked up bits o' dough ha'n't tarned my stomach!" She knocked at the door with the toe of her boot, her hands being full, and receiving no answer, opened it and went in.
"That'd be buying a pig in a poke, when I ha'n't even seen the house yet not," he added, with a glance at Mr Rogers, "that I make any doubt of its suiting. But business is business." The child turned to her master, as much as to ask, "What, then, is your need of me?" "Cap'n Hocken wants a servant," said Mr Rogers, answering the look. She appeared to ponder this.
"You wouldn't ha' been comfortable with Martha Deane, anyhow," Miss Lavender grimly remarked. "'T isn't good to hitch a colt-horse and an old spavined critter in one team. But that's neither here nor there; you ha'n't told us why you made up to her for a purpose, and kep' on pretendin' she didn't know her own mind."
"Why, what's that to you, if my eyes I'm a wiping? A tear is a pleasure, d'ye see, in its way; 'Tis nonsense for trifles, I own, to be piping, But they that ha'n't pity, why I pities they.
"There ha'n't been anything right, to my notions, for a long spell," said Barby, wringing out her dishcloth hard and flinging it down to give herself uninterruptedly to talk; "but now you see, Didenhover nor none of the men never comes near the house to do a chore; and there ain't wood to last three days; and Hugh ain't fit to cut it if it was piled up in the yard; and there ain't the first stick of it out of the woods yet."
Weary and tired, tears and longing at length lost themselves in sleep. When she awaked she found the daylight broadly come, little King in her lap, the fire, instead of being burnt out, in perfect preservation, and Barby standing before it and looking at her. "You ha'n't got one speck o' good by this journey to New York," was Miss Elster's vexed salutation.
I ha'n't got no use for 'em nohow." In another town in the same State, a landlord said to me, when I paid my two-days' bill, that "no d n Yankee" could have a bed in his house.
I ha'n't seen anything equal to it since the Worrld's Fairr." She spoke with a strong contortion of the Western r, and her sister hastened to put in: "I don't think it's to be compared with the Worrld's Fairr. But these German girls, here, just think it's great. It just does me good to laff at 'em, about it.
"Well you ha'n't seen anything better than Queechy, or Queechy bread and butter, have you?" "No indeed!" "Come, you shall give me another kiss for that," said he, suiting the action to the word; "and now sit down and eat as much bread and butter as you can. It's just as good as it used to be. Come mother! I guess breakfast is ready by the looks of that coffee-pot." "Breakfast ready!" said Fleda.
But you look as cheery as an Easter-mornin' sun; you've not much for to complain of, these days, I guess?" Gilbert smiled. "Take care!" she cried, a kindly softness spreading over her rough face, "good luck's deceitful! If I had the strands o' your fortin' in my hands, may be I wouldn't twist 'em even; but I ha'n't, and my fingers is too thick to manage anything smaller 'n a rope-knot.
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