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"Seems to me's if the taste of things was all drawed up chimbly. Be you going to do much for Thanksgivin', Mis' Thacher? I 'spose not;" and moved by a sudden kind impulse, she added, "Why can't you and John jine with our folks? 't wouldn't put us out, and 'twill be lonesome for ye." "'T won't be no lonesomer than last year was, nor the year before," and Mrs.
Mis' Winslow flushed dully. "I ain't baked anything much in weeks before," she answered ambiguously, and hurried from the subject. "The little fellow's coming in on the Local, is he?" she said. "You ain't heard anything different?" "Nothing different," Mary replied. "Yes, of course he's coming. They left there Saturday, or I'd have heard.
"Jim Treadwell broke his neck out of a waggon," responded Mrs. Starling. "Ah, well! there ain't no security, no place; but don't it strike you, now, Mis' Starling, that a minister had ought to set an example of steady goin', and not turn the heads of the young men, and young women, with his capers?" "He is a young man himself, Mrs. Flandin," Diana was bold to say.
But now, s'she, 'I get to thinkin' sometimes I wouldn't mind a horse-fiddle if some of 'em played it. "'They're lots o' company, the little things, says old Mis' Norris she'd kep' mislayin' her teeth an' the navy-blue lady had took 'em away from her that day for to teach her, so I couldn't hardly understand what she said. 'Mine was named Ellen an' Nancy, I made out.
"And like enough he'll bring a little something for Mary for a present," Mis' Winslow went on. "How'll she feel then?" "Ain't it too bad it ain't last year?" Mis' Moran mourned. "Everything comes too late or too soon or not at all or else too much so, 'seems though."
She added no more but a sympathetic strong squeeze of the hand she held, and turned to follow Fleda who had gone on ahead. "Mis' Plumfield," said Barby, before they had reached the stile that led into the road, where Fleda was standing, "will I be sure of having the money regular down yonder? You know, I hadn't ought to go otherways, on account of mother." "Yes, it will be sure," said Mrs.
There was a slow and contained surprise in Amanda's tone. "Yes, I be; to-morrow mornin', if I live, on the early train. I be, if you're willin' to take Lois. I don't see how I can leave her any other way as she is now. You sha'n't be any loser by it, if you'll take her." "Where be you goin', Mis' Field?" "I don't want you to say anything about it. I don't want it all over town."
"Mis' Pitbladder, the lady down-stairs says as this is a young girl what wants to have a talk with youse about coming here," my little guide announced all in one breath, and almost before the door had entirely swung open upon the group within, consisting of an old lady and two little girls.
Then to Westminster Hall, and there spent an hour or two walking up and down, thinking 'para avoir' got out Doll Lane, 'sed je ne' could do it, having no opportunity 'de hazer le, ainsi lost the tota' afternoon, and so away and called my wife and home, where a little at the office, and then home to my closet to enter my journalls, and so to supper and to bed. This noon come little Mis.
You can afford 'em. It's women like you that ought to have big families. Don't your husband like babies?" "Yes, he adores them, but " "Of course he does! Ain't he a man? Men just love babies when they're their own. It feeds their vanity to show the world how they're improvin' the human race. Now look here, Mis' Carrington, let an old woman talk.
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