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Updated: May 13, 2025
'While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks i' the lift sae hie, Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e Ye shall be my Dearie! 'Oh, mother, mother! cried one boy after another, as they clustered round her, 'indeed we are happy now, since you are the "lady." 'We didn't rightly understand at first, continued Jasper.
Bel cried when she kissed them and bade them good-by; but she was gone; she and her round leather trunk and her little bird in its cage that she could not leave behind, though Aunt Blin did say that "she wouldn't altogether answer for it with Bartholomew."
"Malcolm MacPhail, my lord." "MacPhail? I heard the name this very day! Let me see." "My gran'father's the blin' piper, my lord." "Yes, yes. Tell him I shall want him at the House. I left my own piper at Ceanglas."
Don't show it to him any more! Let me hang it way up high, where he can't!" "Don't you be afraid. He understands now, that we're precious of it. Don't you, Bartholomew? I want him to get used to it." And Aunt Blin actually set the cat down, and turned round to take up her shawl again.
She would have made home home; then she would have worked for it. Aunt Blin was like her.
"Now see yere, honey, I'se got my blin' side, I know, but it ain't toward you. I watch ober you too many yeahs not to know wen you po'ly. You'se gwine beyon' you strengt, too. Why can't you get some one ter he'p you an' den we go along swimmin'?" "Well, I'll see. I reckon I'll be better soon, and I don't care to do more than can be done in a quiet way."
Desire Ledwith stood with a thoughtful, troubled expression in her own. "There ought to be other ways," she said. "There ought to be more sheltered work for girls!" "There is," said little Bel Bree from the doorway "in houses. If I hadn't Aunt Blin, I'd go right into a family as seamstress or anything. I don't believe in out-doors and shops.
The wonderful, glistening, aurora-like robe goes over her head; she stands in the midst, with the tender glowing color sweeping out from her upon the white sheet pinned down above the carpet. Was that anybody coming? Aunt Blin left her for an instant to put up the window-top that had been open to cool the lighted and heated room. Bel might catch cold, standing like this.
Dogs don't bite at de front gate. Colt in de barley-patch kick high. Jay-bird don't rob his own nes'. Pullet can't roost too high for de owl. Meat fried 'fo' day won't las' twel night. Stump water won't kyo' de gripes. De howlin' dog know w'at he sees. Blin' hoss don't fall w'en he follers de bit. Hongry nigger won't w'ar his maul out. Don't fling away de empty wallet.
I do not think she did it to entice her; I do not think it occurred to her that she was putting anything into Bel's head; but when Bel all at once declared that she meant to go to Boston herself and seek her fortune, do machine-work or something, Aunt Blin felt a sudden thankful delight, and got a glimpse of a possible cheerfulness coming to herself that she had never dreamed of.
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