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And there's the linen, with your maiden mark on, might go all over the country. It 'ud be a sad pity for our family." Mrs. Pullet shook her head slowly. "But what can I do, sister?" said Mrs. Tulliver. "Mr. Tulliver's not a man to be dictated to, not if I was to go to the parson and get by heart what I should tell my husband for the best.
She looked all round it in silence for some moments, and then said emphatically, "Well, sister, I'll never speak against the full crowns again!" It was a great concession, and Mrs. Pullet felt it; she felt something was due to it. "You'd like to see it on, sister?" she said sadly. "I'll open the shutter a bit further." "Well, if you don't mind taking off your cap, sister," said Mrs. Tulliver.
I'm sure I'd no wish t' offend a sister." "Ah," said aunt Pullet, "there's no accounting for what Jane 'ull do. I wouldn't speak of it out o' the family, if it wasn't to Dr. Turnbull; but it's my belief Jane lives too low. I've said so to Pullet often and often, and he knows it." "Why, you said so last Monday was a week, when we came away from drinking tea with 'em," said Mr.
Pullet shook her head slowly at this last serious consideration, which determined her to single out a particular key. "I'm afraid it'll be troublesome to you getting it out, sister," said Mrs. Tulliver; "but I should like to see what sort of a crown she's made you." Mrs.
Pullet, with unusual vigor, "for she hasn't got the linen to follow suit wi' mine, I can tell you. She'd niver the taste, not if she'd spend the money. Big checks and live things, like stags and foxes, all her table-linen is, not a spot nor a diamond among 'em. But it's poor work dividing one's linen before one dies, I niver thought to ha' done that, Bessy," Mrs.
Picotee flounced away from him in indignation, backing into a corner with ruffled feathers, like a pullet trying to appear a hen. 'How dare you touch me! she said, with rounded eyes. 'I'll tell somebody downstairs of you, who'll soon see about it! 'What a baby; she'll tell her father. 'No I shan't; somebody you are all afraid of, that's who I'll tell.
Then, with perhaps somewhat the feeling of a pullet that has whipped a hen in a barnyard and that after an interval will run all the way across the barnyard to attack again and see whether the victory is complete, she rose and went across the garden, bent on trying the virtue of a final peck. "But you haven't congratulated me, Aunt Jessica!
Pullet was sorry Bessy had those naughty, awkward children; she would do the best she could by them, but it was a pity they weren't as good and as pretty as sister Deane's child. Maggie and Tom, on their part, thought their aunt Pullet tolerable, chiefly because she was not their aunt Glegg. Tom always declined to go more than once during his holidays to see either of them.
According to her account, Vittoria had enticed him from place to place with promises that the next day, and the next day, and the day after, she would be ready to keep her engagement to go to London, and at last she had given him the slip and left him to be plucked like a pullet by a horde of volunteer banditti, out of whose hands Antonio-Pericles-"one of our richest millionaires in Europe, certainly our richest amateur," said Irma escaped in fit outward condition for the garden of Eden.
“Good!” said he. “Maybe I can get my pullet after all!” He turned to fly to the chicken house. But just then the woodshed door opened again. And Farmer Green stepped outside, with a lantern in his hand. He was going to the barn to milk the cows. But Solomon Owl did not wait to learn anything more. He hurried away to his house among the hemlocks.
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