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For Rowles had caught the name of the servant who was so persevering on the river. "All right," returned Roberts; "give Mr. Burnet the ticket, please." Rowles stooped down and gave the old gentleman the ticket for the lock, and then the two boats passed out into the open stream. The lock-keeper went indoors to ask if dinner was ready. "Quite ready," was Mrs. Rowles's cheerful reply.
"Don't talk nonsense," was Rowles's reply, as he obeyed a call to the lock. "We've been too kind; and if Thomas Mitchell had taken to any sensible business that did not keep him up all night, thereby breaking down his health, he would be able to support his family, and there would be no need for us to bother ourselves with such a cross-grained girl as that. Now, Phil, off to your digging again.
She leaned forward to the child. "What do you say?" "Pretty churchyard!" said Juliet. "What do you say?" "Pretty churchyard' pretty churchyard!" "Whatever do you mean, my child!" "I mean, this churchyard is bigger and prettier than the churchyards in London, where I used to play when I was little." Mrs. Rowles's eyes filled with tears.
After a few minutes she quite believed it, and held up her head, taking credit for her breakage which was so clever and so amusing. Then Mrs. Rowles called Emily and bade her take Juliet to the well and show her how to draw a bucket of water. A loud scream was heard, and Mrs. Rowles's heart almost ceased beating, so fearful was she that one of the children had fallen into the well.
Though the plates and knives and forks were all out of order, and though an old newspaper acted as tablecloth, yet the meal was thoroughly enjoyed; even Mitchell ate some of the beans, with a boiled egg, and said that they put new life into him. Mrs. Rowles's own appetite was satisfied with a slice of cake and the brightening faces around her. Mrs.
In the middle of the room was a square table, on which lay a mass of thick black silk and rich trimmings, which even Emma Rowles's country eyes could see were being put together to form a very handsome mantle suitable for some rich lady. A steel thimble, a pair of large scissors, a reel of cotton and another of silk lay beside the materials.
The children came to see their elders off, and to spend the afternoon with Philip and Emily. "Glad to see you out in the daylight," said Mr. Rowles to Mr. Mitchell. "You are twice the man you were, now that you are keeping better hours." Mitchell only smiled; he did not think it possible to quite overcome Rowles's prejudice. "Here's the tub which Phil has brought up from the ferry.
Rowles's heart was full of softness and sweetness. "May I take Juliet home with me? I can't promise mutton-chops, but there will be beans and bacon. And boots perhaps we can manage." "I don't like parting with any of them. Though, to be sure, Florry can mind baby; or even little Amy can. Juliet, my child, shall I let you go?" and Mrs.
Come in, miss," said Mary Mitchell. The lady who came in was, in Mrs. Rowles's eyes, exactly like a mouse. Her eyes were bright, her nose was sharp, and her clothing was all of a soft grayish-brown. And she was as quick and brisk as one of those pretty little animals, at which silly people often think they are frightened. "Nearly two o'clock, Mrs. Mitchell.
No. 99 stood out from its fellows, and marked the point at which the street became narrower, dirtier, noisier than before. Was it possible that Edward Rowles's sister could be living here? The comely, well-clad woman from Littlebourne looked into the entry of No. 103. She saw a narrow passage, without floorcloth or carpet; a narrow, dirty staircase led up to the rooms above.
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