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Updated: June 24, 2025
But this was nothing to a fit of writing classical poetry which soon seized him, in which his Molly figured away as "Maria." The letter containing the carmen was endorsed by her, "Hebrew verses sent me by my honoured husband. I thowt to have had a letter about killing the pig, but must wait. Mem., to send the poetry to Sir Peter Arley, as my husband desires."
'Lady Arley, 'Sir Peter," said Miss Matty to herself, trying to recall the old forms of words. "Who is Lady Glenmire?" asked I. "Oh, she's the widow of Mr Jamieson that's Mrs Jamieson's late husband, you know widow of his eldest brother. Mrs Jamieson was a Miss Walker, daughter of Governor Walker.
I have been puzzling all morning; and are we to say 'My Lady, instead of 'Ma'am? Now you knew Lady Arley will you kindly tell me the most correct way of speaking to the peerage?" Poor Miss Matty! she took off her spectacles and she put them on again but how Lady Arley was addressed, she could not remember. "It is so long ago," she said. "Dear! dear! how stupid I am!
She and her sister had had pretty good situations as ladies' maids, and had saved money enough to set up a milliner's shop, which had been patronised by the ladies in the neighbourhood. Lady Arley, for instance, would occasionally give Miss Barkers the pattern of an old cap of hers, which they immediately copied and circulated among the elite of Cranford.
It decked it when it went with its parents to spend a day or two at Arley Hall. It added to its charms, when it was "the prettiest little baby that ever was seen. Dear mother, I wish you could see her! Without any pershality, I do think she will grow up a regular bewty!"
It was that that made me first think he cared for you; for in all our fishing expeditions it was Matty, Matty, we talked about. Poor Deborah! What a lecture she read me on having asked him home to lunch one day, when she had seen the Arley carriage in the town, and thought that my lady might call. Well, that's long years ago; more than half a life-time, and yet it seems like yesterday!
Clair, John Stroka, Mike Stysco, C. Thomas, Richard Tibbs, John Utne, Joseph Vito, John Walker, Benny Warshawsky, F. Westwood, Ben Whitehead, Arley Whiteside, William Wilke, H. Wilson, Frank Wise, and Charles Wolskie. Most of these were mere boys. Mere boys but undaunted by their recent terrible experience on the Verona where the open shop fiends had fired upon them without warning.
We rode to town, took the train to Ashley, then rode to Knutsford via Mobberley. At Knutsford we had tea and then proceeded to Pickmere where we had a row; then on to Great Budworth, Arley, Rostherne and Ashley. The country was glorious, a fine day, good roads, midsummer and Cheshire the combination needs beating.
"'Oh, don't talk 'bout 'Liza in the same breath with Hedith, he replied, 'it sounds like sacrilege. "He stood hesitating with the handle of the door in his hand. At last, opening it and looking very hard at his hat, he said, 'I'm goin' to 'Arley Street now. I walk up and down outside the 'ouse every evening, and sometimes, when there ain't no one lookin', I get a chance to kiss the doorstep.
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