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"It's hard it's powerful hard!" agreed Bainton, sympathetically "Such a wife as she'd a' made t'ye, Passon, if she'd been as she was when she come in smilin' an' trippin' across this lawn by your side, an' ye broke off a bit o' your best lilac for her! There's the very bush all leafless twigs now, but strong an' 'elthy an' ready to bloom again! Ah! I remember that day well!
"Very sorry, sir!" said Bainton complacently; "But if one of the names of a man 'appens to be Putwood an' the man 'imself is as fat as a pig scored for roastin' 'ole, what more natrul than the pet name of 'Putty' for 'im? No 'arm meant, I'm sure, Passon! Putty's as good as Pippitt any day!" Walden suppressed his laughter with an effort.
Only once again he spoke in the course of the meal, and that was during the impressive pause between pudding and cheese. "When he knows as 'ow the Five Sisters be chalked, Passon Walden's sure to do somethin'," he said. "Ay!" responded his wife thoughtfully; "he's sure to do something." "What d'ye think he'll do?" queried Bainton, somewhat anxiously.
And he broke into a laugh so joyous and mellow that Bainton found it quite irresistible and joined in it with a deep "Hor-hor-hor!" evoked from the hollow of his throat, and beginning loudly, but dying away into a hoarse intermittent chuckle.
"No," replied Adam, with some vigour "I ain't told 'im nothin'. An' I ain't goin' to neither!" Bainton looked into the crown of his cap, and finding his handkerchief there wiped the top of his head with it. "It be powerful warm this marnin', Adam," he said "Powerful warm it be. So you ain't goin' to tell Passon nothin', an' for why, may I ask, if to be so bold."
Bainton was his ready accomplice in this harmless conspiracy, and promptly gave him due warning whenever the Poreham ''bus' or landau was seen weightily bearing down upon the village, with the result that, on the arrival of the descendant of the Beedles at the rectory door she was met by Hester Rockett, the parlourmaid, with a demure smile and the statement, 'Mr.
I will be there before an axe is lifted! And if Bainton meant anything at all by his hint, others will be there too! Yes! I shall go, in fact it will be my duty to go in case of a row." A smile showed itself under his silver-brown moustache. The idea of a row seemed not altogether unpleasant to him. He stooped and patted his dog playfully.
"Spring is evidently on the way, Bainton!" he said cheerily, "We are getting past the white into the gold again!" "Ay, Passon, that we be!" rejoined Bainton, with a smile "An' please the Lord, we'll soon get from the gold into the blue, an' from the blue into the rose!
"Seems to me a sight o' folks wants to see the church since ye spent so much money on it, Passon," said Bainton somewhat resentfully; "There oughter be a charge made for entry." Walden smiled thoughtfully; but there was a small line of vexation on his brow.
"The violets are doing wonderfully well this year, Bainton," he presently said, with his old kind smile, addressing his gardener "I am taking these to Miss Vancourt this afternoon." Bainton lifted his cap respectfully. "God bless her!" he said, "An' you too, Passon!" And John, holding the fragrant bunch of small sweet flowers tenderly in his hand, answered gently "Thank you, my friend!
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