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Her aunt, or Agnetta, or perhaps after all it was Uncle Joshua as usual. Whoever it was Lilac felt very grateful, and went to sleep comforted with the thought that there was something in the room which had lived her old life and known her mother's care, though it was only a cactus plant.
Mrs Greenways interposed hastily, for she feared the beginning of what she called Joshua's "preachments." "You'd like to have seen her, maybe; but she's gone with Agnetta to the Vicarage to take some eggs. Mrs Leigh likes to see the gals now and then." Joshua made his visit as long as he could in the hope of Lilac's return, but she did not appear, and at last he could wait no longer.
"They do that," replied Peter, shaking his head. "The poultry wants seeing to badly; but Bella she don't seem to take to it, nor yet Agnetta, and our hands is full outside." "I like the chickens and ducks and things," said Lilac. "I wish Aunt'd let me take 'em in hand." Peter reared himself up from his bent position, and holding the big nosegay in one hand looked gravely down at his cousin.
"How pretty your flowers grow!" said Lilac, stopping to look at it with admiration. "Oh, that's Peter's bed," said Agnetta carelessly, snapping off some blossoms. "He's allays mucking at it in his spare time not that he's got much, there's so much to do on the farm."
No one could accuse Lilac of untidy ways, or want of thoroughness in dusting, sweeping, and all branches of household work, and even Mrs White could find no fault. "After all," she said to herself, "it's natural in young things to like to be together, and there's nothing worse nor foolishness in Agnetta and Bella."
She saw herself for a moment in the splendid attire Agnetta had described, and gave a little sigh of longing. "I must go back," she said, getting up suddenly, "Mother'll want me. There's lots to do at home." "I'll go with you a piece," said Agnetta; "we'll go through the farmyard way so as I can leave the basin."
"Well," said Agnetta, still staring at her in an unmoved manner, "you'd better fetch your breath, and then you'll be able to tell me. Come and sit down." There was a bench under one of the trees near where she had been feeding the ducks. The two girls sat down, and presently Lilac was able to say: "Oh, Agnetta, the artist gentleman wants to put me in a picture!"
Bella always avoided speaking to the cobbler if she could, for while she despised him as a "low" person, she feared his opinion, and knew that he disapproved of her. She now put on her most mincing air as she replied: "Agnetta and me's to play a duet, the `Edinburgh Quadrilles, and Mr Buckle accompanies on the drum and triangle."
It was the same thing over and over again, no one approved the change but Agnetta, and Lilac's faith in her cousin was by this time a little bit shaken. She should not be so ready, she thought, the next time to believe that Agnetta must know best. One drop of comfort in all this was that the artist gentleman no longer sat painting at the bottom of the hill.
"What's the use of Bella and Agnetta, I should like to know?" Bella tossed her head and smiled. "Lor', Pa, how you talk!" she said mincingly. "They've never been taught nothing of such things," said Mrs Greenways; "and besides, Agnetta's got her schooling yet awhile." "Fancy me," said Bella with a giggle, "making the butter with my sleeves tucked up like Molly. I hope I'm above that sort of thing.
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