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"I tell you what we'll do," said Hugh, struck with a brilliant idea, "you shall come with me, and we'll go straight up to this Larkin's. You have made me feel that I can exist no longer without some of the prime, middle cuts of his bacon at elevenpence." "Oh," said Lynn, "Miss Bibby!" She was torn between Larkin and duty.
"How very strange!" murmured Miss Bibby. "Then my shoes," said Hugh. "There are authors, doubtless, who can write with these in their customary place upon their feet. I cannot. My soul is too large, too chaotic. But perhaps you are not interested in men's shoes, Miss Bibby?" He was regarding sadly the one of his own that stood in the middle of the floor.
It is possible Miss Bibby did not even finish the sentence her eyes looked absent-minded enough for such a lapse. Muffie went gleefully back to Robinson Island, the art-green serge trailing behind her. "We can have it, we can have it!" she announced gleefully, "only we're to be careful not to come on, fasten it on to the sticks, Paul."
"Well, you'd think he'd wash hisself afore he came calling on a lady," said Anna to herself as she went in search of Miss Bibby, "an' brush his dirty hat. If that's what making books brings you to, give me bread," and she sent a loving thought to a certain dapper baker of her acquaintance.
"Which I'm quite aware it isn't my place, Miss Bibby; but I'm here to look after the children as well as you," she said, "and them down with whooping cough that dreadful they can't eat potatoes, and getting punished like this till the very kettle in the kitchen is ready to scream, and the Missus don't believe in punishing, no, she don't, and it's a good deal longer I've lived in the fambly than some people, and knows the ways better, and the tears streaming down the poor child's face like you never saw."
"You won't," said Lynn, who was subject to fits of pessimism, "you'll never spend it. Anna will never have finished washing up. Miss Bibby will never have finished writing to mamma. We'll never get up to the shops. We'll have to stop shut up here for ever." "But why," said Muffie, who was only six, and easily bewildered by words, "why can't we do like always and ever when we come up here?"
"That's it that's what's got her," said Anna; "and fine and mad Miss Bibby will be with her, going worrying that book-man again. Well, I'm not going trapesing over there in this sun, but I'll make her take two doses at lunch if I have to put it down her back." And with this frightful threat Anna returned to the house. Poor Fritz nearly fell out of "Falconhurst" in his agitation.
The children were scampering down the gully with Anna following warily, certain she heard a snake at every step. And Miss Bibby, the letters under her arm, was buttoning her gloves inside the gate, and settling her veil for the walk up to the township.
But Larkin came along, Larkin, his auriferous hair glinting in the sun, Larkin, with his empty grocery basket swung on his rein arm, and a sheaf of papers under the other. Larkin came along. And the whole course of Miss Bibby's life was thereby changed. "Good-morning, ma'am," said the boy; "anything I can fetch yer down fer tea?" "No, thank you," said Miss Bibby.
Well, 'if 'twere done at all, then 'twere well it were done quickly. Fire away, Miss Bibby; just regard me as a lamb led to the slaughter." There was a twinkle in his eye so demoniac that Kate would have been truly alarmed. But now Miss Bibby was at a disadvantage. "I unfortunately I have come unprepared," she said. "I did not expect to get the interview for quite a week.
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