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Totty gave a glance at her six square inches of looking-glass, made a movement with her hand which was like a box on each ear, then went downstairs in her usual way, swinging by the banisters down three steps at a time. At the door she found a person answering very fairly to the landlady's graphic description.
There is something in an Englishman which would make him feel faintly ashamed of saying that he had fasted to hear Totty Toddles, or risen from a sick-bed to hear Mrs. Asquith. He would feel that it was undignified to confess that he had wanted mere amusement so much; and perhaps that he had wanted anything so much.
Totty remonstrated with him: he laughed, and drank on out of boastfulness. At length Totty would countenance it no longer; after a useless final warning, she left her place and pressed through the crowd to the door. Ackroyd sprang up and followed her. His face was flushed, and grew more so in the sudden night air. 'What's the matter? he said, putting his arm through the girl's.
We've a couple of peacocks here, and Totty will get one of them ready sooner than the aard-vark." "As for that," rejoined Hans, "I don't care which. I'm just in the condition to eat anything even a steak of tough old quagga, if I had it; but I think it would be no harm if Swartboy that is, if you're not too tired, old Swart would just peel the skin off this gentleman."
Trüey was habited in a skirt of blue woollen stuff, with a neat bodice elaborately stitched and embroidered after the Dutch fashion, and over her fair locks she wore a light sun-hat of straw with a ribbon and strings. Totty was very plainly attired in strong homespun, without any head-dress.
If I had a husband, I don't think he'd want to run away from me. If he did, well, I should say, 'good riddance. Catch me setting the p'lice after him! The body of a child had been found; a woman answering to a certain description was wanted. 'Poor thing! thought Totty. 'She's more likely to pity than to blame.
Patricia glanced pityingly from one to another of her protégés. "I'm seven," the oldest answered. "I'm Norma Howard; she's my little sister Totty." She pointed to the baby on Patricia's lap. "She keeps crying for Mama Mama was hurt," Norma hid her face against Patricia. Patricia slipped an arm about her. "I shouldn't wonder if my Daddy were looking after her right now.
Poyser continued, as Totty, who had been set down now the road was dry, toddled on in front of her father and mother. "There's shapes! An' she's got such a long foot, she'll be her father's own child." "Aye, she'll be welly such a one as Hetty i' ten years' time, on'y she's got THY coloured eyes. I niver remember a blue eye i' my family; my mother had eyes as black as sloes, just like Hetty's."
'Good-bye, Nelly, Totty went on. 'I can't be friends with you after this. Your father's told me to go about my business. 'No, he hasn't, protested the child, dolorously. 'You haven't, have you, father? 'Yes, he has. It doesn't matter, I'm off. She jumped up. Bunce sprang to his feet at the same time, and caught her up in a moment. She turned, looked at him reddened, laughed.
At once she said: 'I won't be late back, Lyddy. I'm just going to walk a little way with Totty. Lydia's face showed annoyance. 'Where is she? she asked, looking back. 'In the butcher's just there. 'Don't go to-night, Thyrza. I'd rather you didn't. 'I promise I won't be late. Only half an hour. She waved her hand and ran off, of a sudden changed to cheerfulness.
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