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Royall was her guardian, but that he had not legally adopted her, though everybody spoke of her as Charity Royall; and she knew why he had come back to live at North Dormer, instead of practising at Nettleton, where he had begun his legal career. After Mrs. Royall's death there was some talk of sending her to a boarding-school. Miss Hatchard suggested it, and had a long conference with Mr.

The first guests were to drive over from Hepburn in time for the midday banquet under a tent in Miss Hatchard's field; and after that the ceremonies were to begin. Miss Hatchard, pale with fatigue and excitement, thanked her young assistants, and stood in the porch, leaning on her crutches and waving a farewell as she watched them troop away down the street.

The triumphant fact of her own greater beauty, and of Harney's sense of it, swept her apprehensions aside. Miss Balch, in an unbecoming dress, looked sallow and pinched, and Charity fancied there was a worried expression in her pale-lashed eyes. She took a seat near Miss Hatchard and it was presently apparent that she did not mean to dance. Charity did not dance often either.

The volume containing The Parish Register, The Village, and others, appeared in the autumn of 1807; and Crabbe's general acceptance as a poet of mark dates from that year. Four editions were issued by Mr. Hatchard during the following year and a half the fourth appearing in March 1809.

"Come, Davie," said Miss Grey, "we must say good-bye and go and find the others." Then he got up, and held out his hand gravely to Mrs Hatchard. "Good-bye," he said. "Thank you. I hope you'll accede in rearing the Antony pig. I should like to have it very much, if father will let me."

"Well, there it is," she said, indicating the table. "You don't want me to feed you, do you?" The lodger eyed the small, dry piece of cheese, the bread and butter, and his face fell. "I I thought I smelled something cooking," he said at last. "Oh, that was my supper," said Mrs. Hatchard, with a smile. "I I'm very hungry," said Mr. Hatchard, trying to keep his temper.

Example is contagious, and two seconds later he was in his chair again, softly feeling a rapidly growing bump on his head, and gazing goggle-eyed at his wife. "And I'd do it again," said that lady, breathlessly, "if there was another vase." Mr. Hatchard opened his mouth, but speech failed him.

"I say, Hatchard, your friend on the chestnut mare must have had an easier day yesterday than some of us, or I'll be hanged if he'd be so active this morning."

Sometimes they don't die; sometimes they marry agin; and sometimes they leave it to other people instead. Talking of marrying agin reminds me o' something that 'appened to a young fellow I knew named Alf Simms. Being an orphan 'e was brought up by his uncle, George Hatchard, a widowed man of about sixty.

"And I expect she'd be very much obliged to anybody that told her so," said Mr. Hatchard, clutching at the other's sleeve. Mr. Pett, gazing into space, said that he thought it highly probable. "It wants to be done cleverly, though," said Mr. Hatchard, "else she might get the idea that I wanted to go back." "I s'pose you know she's moved?" said Mr.