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"She's a rare judge of the weather, and as good as a farmer or sailor in that respect." "Are the midges a sign of rain?" asked Min; "I never heard that before." "Yes, my dear," said Miss Pimpernell, seating herself in the gondola, which we had now reached. "They always dance about twelve hours or so before it rains."
"And you think Frank will want to be `crammed, then?" asked Miss Pimpernell, making use of the very word she had just abused, because she thought her brother might feel hurt at her implied reproach. The dear old lady would have talked slang all day if she had believed it would have given the vicar any satisfaction! "Yes, my dear," he replied.
Can I do anything for you, my boy?" he continued, in his nice kind way, "if so, only ask me; and if it is in my power, you know that I will do it." "He wishes to get into a Government office; don't you think you could help him?" said Miss Pimpernell. "You want to be in harness, my boy, eh?" said the vicar, turning to me. "That's right, Frank.
I exclaimed, in astonishment at her thus addressing me, before I could get out a word as to why I had come to see her "I I I don't know what you mean, Miss Pimpernell?" "You know, or ought to know very well, Frank, without my telling you," she rejoined; and there was a grave tone in her voice, for which I could not account. However, the dear old lady did not leave me long in doubt.
"No, Frank," she said in her cheery way, "it is of no use your trying to coax me with your `dear Miss Pimpernell, or think to flatter me into divulging my news by false compliments paid to my shabby old bonnet! No, you shall hear it all in good time, so don't be impatient.
"Frank, what do you mean by behaving so unkindly to Minnie Clyde?" was the opening salutation of little Miss Pimpernell to me, the same evening, when I called round again at the vicarage, like Telemachus, in search of consolation.
"So I will, Miss Pimpernell," said I, carried away by her energy and enthusiasm; "I will go to the school treat that is, if you will only kindly see Miss Clyde for me" I was rather diffident of letting Miss Pimpernell know of the friendly footing we had been on, regarding Christian nomenclature "beforehand, and get her to forgive me. You will, won't you, dear Miss Pimpernell?"
I think I succeeded, too; for, when I took my leave early, in order to allow Miss Pimpernell and her visitor an opportunity of discussing the best way of relieving the parish poor, Mrs Clyde gave me an invitation. "Mr Lorton," said she, "I should be glad if you would come round and see us on Wednesday evening I think you know our address?
What her brother would have done without her, it would be impossible to tell. She had quite as much to do with the parish as he; and, I'm sure, if little Miss Pimpernell had not kept house for him and minded all his temporal affairs, he would never have known what to eat or drink, or what to put on.
She thought she had offended you in some way of which she declared that she was perfectly ignorant: she had asked you, she said, but you would not tell her treating her as if she were a perfect stranger. She's a sensitive girl, Frank, and you have hurt her feelings to the quick! Now, what is the reason of this do you care for her still?" "Care for her! Miss Pimpernell," I said.
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