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Jan apparently had been told, for he entered as she was speaking: and Master Cheese his apron off and his hair brushed with him. Master Cheese cast an inquisitive look at the tea-table, hoping he should see something tempting upon it; eating good things forming the pleasantest portion of that young gentleman's life. "Take this seat, Mr. Jan," said Miss Amilly, drawing a chair forward next her own.
"I don't suppose any of us look younger," answered Jan. They went into the house. Deborah and Amilly were in a flutter of hospitality, lading the tea-table with good things that it would have gladdened Master Cheese's heart to see.
Master Cheese, yielding to the peremptory movement of Jan's arm, had no resource but to show them that he could walk. He had taken a step or two as dolefully as it was possible for him to take it, keeping his eyes shut, and stretching out his hands before him, after the manner of the blind, when an interruption came from Miss Amilly. "What can this be, lying here?"
This catalogue of ills nearly stunned Deborah and Amilly West. They had none too much of life's great need, gold, for themselves; and the burden of keeping Sibylla would be sensibly felt. A tolerably good table it was indispensable to maintain, on account of Jan, and that choice eater, Master Cheese; but how they had to pinch in the matter of dress, they alone knew.
And Miss Deb and Miss Amilly are gone to a party at Heartburg." "Is he?" returned Lucy, referring to Jan, and surprised to hear the news; balls not being in Jan's line. "I can't make it out," remarked Master Cheese. "He and Sir Edmund used to be cronies, I think; so I suppose that has taken him. But I am glad they are all off: it gives me a whole evening to myself. He and Mr.
Surely you saw better than that! Can't you tell what sort of gowns?" Jan really could not. It may be questioned whether he could have told a petticoat from a gown. Miss Amilly was waiting with breathless interest, her lips apart. "Some were in white, and some were in colours, I think," hazarded Jan, trying to be correct in his good nature. "Decima was in a veil."
I shall look to the books a bit, and then turn in. Good night, Miss Deborah; good-night, Miss Amilly." "Good-night," they answered. Amilly drew to the fire. The chilly rain of the afternoon had caused them to have one lighted. She put her feet on the fender, feeling the warmth comfortable. Deborah sent the supper-tray away, and then left the room.
What did he think of his work when the news came of Frederick's death? What did he think of it when John Massingbird returned in person? What did he think of it when he read Sibylla's dying message, written to him by Amilly "Tell papa it is the leaving Verner's Pride that has killed me?" "I shall take possession of this," said Jan Verner.
Deborah West folded up the work, and put things straight generally in the room. Then she sat down again, drawing her chair to the side of the fire. "I do think that Cheese has got a wolf inside him," cried Amilly, with a laugh. "He is a great gourmand. He said this morning " began Miss Deb, and then she stopped.
You and Cheese whom I hope you'll keep in order and the errand boy: it will all be just as it has been. As to the assistant, that will be a future consideration." "I'd rather be without one, if I can do it," cried Jan; "and Cheese will be coming on. Am I to live with 'em?" "With Deb and Amilly? Why not? Poor, unprotected old things, what would they do without you? And now, Mr.
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