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These she put in a jug of water and planted boldly upon the dinner-table as Mrs. Tregenza brought out a pie. "Butivul, sure 'nough," said Mr. Chirgwin, drawing in his chair. His eye was on the pie-dish, but Joan thought he referred to her bouquet. "Lard! what'll 'e do next? Take they things off the table to wance, Joan." "But Uncle Thomas sez they'm butivul," she pleaded.
"I seed the 'Anna' yesterday, Joan," he said, "a proud ship, full-rigged wi' butivul lines. Her passed wi'in three mile of us or less off the islands." Joan did not hint at her visit to Gorse Point of the previous day, but her stepmother mentioned it, and her father felt called upon to reprimand his daughter, though not very seriously. "'Twas a empty, vain thing to do," he said.
So he was a saint anyways." "You can't have a miracle without a saint, of course, Joan?" "Or else the Lard. But I'll hold in mind what you sez 'bout Him bein' hid in flowers an' birds an' sich like, 'cause that's a butivul thing to knaw." "And in the stars and the sun and the moon, Joan; and in the winds and clouds. See how I've got on to-day.
"Right as ninepence, faither gran'faither, I should say. A butivul li'l man she've got out o' the common fine, Parsons says, as ought to knaw fat as a slug wi' 'mazin' dark curls on his wee head, though my mother says 'tis awnly a sort o' catch-crop, an' not the lasting hair as'll come arter." "A bwoy! Glory be!" said Mr. Blee.
Then it could be printed out for 'em like t'other was." "You don't understand you won't understand even you." "I caan't please 'e to-day. I likes the li'l verses ever so. You do make such things seem butivul to my ear an' so true as a photograph." Clem shivered and stretched his hand for the paper. Then, in a moment, he had torn it into twenty pieces and sent the fragments afloat. "There!
'Twould be a butivul thing to let 'em marry an' feel't was thanks to us." "You want to go giving them money?" "Not 'give' 'zactly. Us'll call it a loan, till the time they see their way clearer." Phoebe sighed and was silent for a while. "Poor dears," she said at length. "I feel for 'em in my heart, same as you do; yet somehow it doan't look right." "Not right, Phoebe?" "Not wise, then.
But you gived the bwoy some tidy belly-timber in the small hours o' day, an' he comed home dog-tired, but none the worse. An' thank 'e for they apples an' cream an' eggs, which I'm sorry they had sich poor speed. A butivul basket as hurt me to the heart to paart with. But I wasn't asked. No offense, I hope, 'bout it? Maybe uncle forgot 'twas the Lard's day?" "He'm the last ever to do that."
What did 'e get for that butivul fox wi' the goose in his mouth you painted 'pon Mr. Lamacraft's sign to Sticklepath?" "Ten shillings." "That's solid money." "It isn't now. I bought a book with it a book of lies." Chris was going to speak, but changed her mind and sighed instead. "Well, as our affairs be speeding so poorly, we'd best to do some gude deed an' look after this other coil.
"Thank you very much. To-morrow at eleven will do splendidly. By the way, I have an orange here two, in fact. I thought we might be thirsty. Will you take one to eat going home?" He held out the fruit and she took it. "My! What a butivul orange!" "Good-by until to-morrow, Joan; and thank you for your great kindness to a very friendless man. You'll never be sorry for it, I'm sure."
"Not so gert as what I've got, I'll lay. Butivul litter 't is. Come an' give me a hand." "Bonus was catched poachin' last night to the Red House. An' he've had his faace smashed in, nose broke, an' all. He escaped arter; but he went to Doctor fust thing to-day an' got hisself plastered; an' then, knawin' 't weern't no use to hide, comed right along an' gived hisself up to faither." "My stars!
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