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Sumfit, "how I tremble!" Robert, too, looked grave, and got away from the house. The dread of evil news of Dahlia was common to them all; yet none had mentioned it, Robert conceiving that it would be impertinence on his part to do so; the farmer, that the policy of permitting Dahlia's continued residence in London concealed the peril; while Mrs.
Sumfit; "and do be good creatures, and begin about my Dahly, and where she got that Bumptious gownd, and the bonnet with blue flowers lyin' by on the table: now, do!" Rhoda coughed. "And she wears lavender gloves like a lady," Mrs. Sumfit was continuing. Rhoda stamped on her foot.
But Anthony, before he entered the house, had assured him that Dahlia was well, and that nothing was wrong with her. So he looked at Mrs. Sumfit, who now took upon herself to plead for Dahlia: a young thing, and such a handsome creature! and we were all young some time or other; and would heaven have mercy on us, if we were hard upon the young, do you think?
"I must go and see that poor man covered." Mrs. Sumfit succumbed to a fit of resolution much under the pretence that it had long been forming. "Well, and mother," said Dahlia, checking her, "promise me. Put a feather on my mouth; put a glass to my face, before you let them carry me out. Will you? Rhoda promises. I have asked her." "Oh! the ideas of this girl!" Mrs. Sumfit burst out.
Sumfit would have scorched the ears of all present, save the happy veteran of the furrows, with repetitions of Dahlia's name, and wailings about her darling, of whom no one spoke. They suffered from her in spite of every precaution. "Well, then, if I'm not to hear anything dooring meals as if I'd swallow it and take it into my stomach!
Mrs. Sumfit, fretted as she was, was not impervious to the sound sense of the remark, as well as to the compliment.
"Mas' Gammon, what ha' ye got there?" the farmer sung out. But Master Gammon knew that he was about his own business. He was a difficult old man when he served the farmer; he was quite unmanageable in his private affairs. Without replying, he said to Mrs. Sumfit, "I'd gummed it." The side of the box showed that it had been made adhesive, for the sake of security, to another substance.
I'll wait again for what ye've got to tell," she said, and finished her cup at a gulp, smoothing her apron. The farmer then lifted his head. "Mother, if you've done, you'll oblige me by going to bed," he said. "We want the kitchen." "A-bed?" cried Mrs. Sumfit, with instantly ruffled lap. "Upstairs, mother; when you've done not before." "Then bad's the noos! Something have happened, William.
Sumfit's assistance. Her father's manner forbade Rhoda from making any proposal for the relief of the forlorn old woman. "And me not to hear to-night about your play-going!" sighed Mrs. Sumfit. "Oh, it's hard on me. I do call it cruel. And how my sweet was dressed like as for a Ball." She saw the farmer move his foot impatiently. "Then, if nobody drinks this remaining cup, I will," she pursued.
The vindictive old man, who was as tight as dumpling and buttons could make him, refused it in a drooping tone, and went forth, looking at none. Mrs. Sumfit turned to all parties, and begged them to say what more, to please Master Gammon, she could have done? When Anthony was ready to speak of her Dahlia, she obtruded this question in utter dolefulness.
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