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Updated: June 6, 2025
But you are mistaken, the pair of you, in taking this line with me: and your mistake, though it comes from ignorance of the law, may happen to cost you both pretty dearly." He paused, while Nicky-Nan and 'Beida exchanged glances. "Don't you heed him," said 'Beida encouragingly. "He's only gassin' again." But she faced up for a new attack.
Safe as if 'twas in the Bank safer, I reckon," she added, with an unfriendly glance at Mr Pamphlett. "What money is this you're talking about?" asked that gentleman, stepping forward. He used that tone now: which was sheer blundering folly: and he met his match. "The money you were huntin' for," answered 'Beida, quick as thought. "You mustn't speak to me like that. It's naughty and er unbecoming."
And" he turned upon 'Beida "any one who hides, or helps to hide, such money is an accomplice, and may go to prison for it. Now what have you to say?" But Mr Pamphlett had missed to calculate Nicky-Nan's recklessness and the strength of old hatred. "'Say'?" Nicky shook with passion. "I say you're tellin' up a parcel o' lies you can't prove.
He held out his palm, exhibiting a coin over which his fingers quickly closed again. "What's that money you have?" asked Miss Oliver sharply. "A penny," answered the child. "A whole penny. I like peppermint lumps, but they smell so strong in your breath that 'Bert and 'Beida would find out an' want to share. Of course trousers are found out quite as easy, or easier.
'Beida who for a year or so had been taken more and more into her mother's confidence suddenly found herself up against a dead wall of mystery and obstinacy. The growing girl was puzzled driven to consult 'Bert about it; and a Polpier woman is driven far before she seeks advice from husband or brother. She might have spared herself the humiliation, too.
"If you learn at this rate, you'll be sent for, one of these days, by the people up at Scotland Yard," said 'Beida sarcastically. But you cannot glean much intelligence from a face which is covered by an apron. "She's upset at leavin' the house. Women are like that always when it comes to the point," 'Bert persisted. "Are they? I'll give you leave to watch me. And I'll bet you sixpence."
"Drat them children!" he muttered; but kept on his way, and, drawing near, demanded to know what business brought them so far from home at such an hour. "I might ask you the same question," retorted 'Beida. "Funny time, isn't it? to start diggin' potatoes? An' before now I've always notice you use a visgy for the job. Yet you can't be plantin not at this season "
"Fiddlestick!" said 'Beida with a sigh of relief. "Now I know you're gassin'. . . . Just now you frightened me with your talk of executions, which is what they do to a man when he's murdered some person: and o' course if Nicky if Mr Nanjivell had been doin' anything o' that sort which he hasn', o' course. . . . But when you go on pretendin' as Rat-it-all can lock me up, why then I see your game.
Tryin' to frighten me, you are, because I'm small." "If you were a child of mine," threatened Mr Pamphlett, very red in the gills, "do you know what I'd do to you?" "No," replied 'Beida; "I can't think. . . . But I reckon 'twould be something pretty mean. Oh, I'm sick an' tired of the gentry! if you call yourself gentry. First of all you turn Father an' Mother out to find a new home.
"Here, run downstairs and fetch up some more water, if you want to be useful." 'Beida stared at the ewer. She transferred her gaze to Rat-it-all and his patient: then, after a shiver, to Mr Pamphlett. She had courage. Her eyes grew hard and fierce. "Is that why Mr Pamphlett's pokin' his nose into a cupboard?"
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