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While Swartboy, assisted by Hendrik, was catching up the twelve yoke-oxen, and attaching them to the disselboom and trektow of the wagon, the "baas" himself, aided by Hans, Totty, and also by Truey and little Jan, was loading up the furniture and implements. This was not a difficult task.
She had her hat on and a shawl thrown about her. 'What ever is it? she asked. 'Just come a little way off, Totty; I want to speak to you. She accompanied him to the dark side of the street, and, having got her there, he could find no fitting word with which to begin.
Poole, Mr. Ackroyd's sister. Totty lowered her voice, and explained rapidly what had come to pass. Mrs. Poole eyed her throughout with something more than suspicion. 'And who may you be, if you please? she asked at the end. 'I'm Miss Nancarrow. 'I'm not much wiser. Thank you. I'll let Mr. Poole know. She closed the door.
Well, as I have said, Trüey was alone. Jan was busy near the bottom of the tree, working a new rod into his bird-cage, and Totty was out upon the plain herding "old Graaf" so Trüey and the pet springbok went strolling along by themselves. Now Trüey had not gone down to the water without an object. She had one. She had gone to give her pet a drink, and collect some blue lilies for a bouquet.
Totty was upon her feet and jabbering, but she knew no more than they what had happened. They did not stop long to question her. The voice of Swartboy, uttered in loud barks and clicks, summoned them elsewhere; and they now beheld a red flaming brand rushing through the darkness, which no doubt was carried in the hands of that worthy.
Totty, after milking her on the previous night, had left her tied to a bush where she still remained. All the rest were gone, and the sheep and goats as well. Whither had they strayed? The horses were mounted, and search was made. The sheep and goats were found among some bushes not far off; but it soon appeared that the other animals had gone clean away. Their spoor was traced for a mile or two.
A tram ride through Clerkenwell and its leagues of dreary, inhospitable brickwork will take you through the heart of a region where Clem Peckover, Pennyloaf Candy, and Totty Nancarrow are multiplied rather than varied since they were first depicted by George Gissing. As for the British Museum, it is peopled to this day by characters from New Grub Street.
Notwithstanding the terms on which she had parted with her friend on Monday night, she felt an irresistible need of seeing her. It was one way, moreover, of passing a part of the evening away from Walnut Tree Walk. But Totty was out, had not yet come home since her work. Thyrza said she would go upstairs and wait. She did so.
'Don't bother me with your rubbish! cried Totty. 'It ain't rubbish at all, retorted Annie West. 'Now didn't you see your husband, Loo, with a card charm before you'd ever really set eyes on him? 'Course I did, assented Mrs. Allchin, aged fifteen. 'Here's another book I'm going to get, pursued Annie, referring to an advertisement on the cover.
'Let him get married, and have done with it, she said to her husband. 'I shall have no peace till he does. He worrits my life out. 'He'll worrit you a good deal more afterwards, if I'm not mistook, remarked Jim, with a dry chuckle. But an unforeseen difficulty presented itself. Totty positively declined to visit Mrs. Poole at present.
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