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“Granny,” Maida exclaimed, bursting into the kitchen, “wait until you hear about Betsy Hale.” She told the whole story. “Was I ever a naughty little girl?” she concluded. “Naughty? Glory be, and what’s ailing you? ’Twas the best choild this side of Heaven that you was. Always so sick and yet niver a cross wurrud out of you.”
"An' maybe ye found the door locked, an' not knowin' yer sister had moved away an' Miss Johnson, what goes to the car stables a-cleanin' by the day, livin' in her room now, ye set the choild down in the empty room a-nixt to it, an' run down to ask me as to whir yer sister had gone, now, didn't ye, Rosy O'Brien?" and Mrs.
“Very,” Granny said, smiling. “But you be sure to be a noice choild this afternoon, no matter what that wan says to you.” Granny always referred to Laura as “that wan.” “Oh, yes, I’ll be good, Granny. Isn’t it funny,” Maida went on.
Help yerself, choild, an' ate hearty," and she turned down the gray-looking bedclothes to show the last half-dozen of the same rosy apples. "Aint you afraid to sleep here alone nights, Granny?" "Shure fwhat hev Oi to fayre? Thayer niver wuz robbers come but wanst, an' shure I got theyer last cint aff av them. They come one night an' broke in, an' settin' up, Oi sez, 'Now fwhat are yez lukin' fur?
Ann Eliza's knees grew weak. "Mrs. Hochmuller gone? But where has she gone? She must be somewhere round here. Can't you tell me?" "Sure an' I can't," said the woman. "She wint away before iver we come." "Dalia Geoghegan, will ye bring the choild in out av the cowld?" cried an irate voice from within. "Please wait oh, please wait," Ann Eliza insisted. "You see I must find Mrs. Hochmuller."
Will you stay with him support him but for a few moments, while I make to yon light? See, I have money plenty of money!" "My good lad, it is very ugly work staying here at this hour: still where's the choild?" "Here, here! make haste, raise him! that's right! God bless you! I shall be back ere you think me gone."
Ye brought the Angel choild to the Tiniment wid ye to say your sister, now, didn't ye, Rosy, me jewel?" The good Irish lady waited for the affirmative droop from the eager eyes.
An' ivvery man, woman, and choild lookin' afther him in his bit of a black velvet skirt made out of the misthress's ould gownd; an' his little head up, an' his curly hair flyin' an' shinin'. It's loike a young lord he looks." Cedric did not know that he looked like a young lord; he did not know what a lord was.
Granny finished it for her. “The choild sleeps like a top.” Billy Potter came at least every day and sometimes oftener. Every child in Primrose Court knew him by the end of the first week and every child loved him by the end of the second. And they all called him Billy. He would not let them call him Mr.
Mill'r"; and then bounced out again, with a, "Walk royt in, if you plaze; here's the choild"; and whisked in again, with a "Sure an' Jehms was quick"; never once looking at him, and utterly unconscious of the presence of her landlord. He had hardly stepped into the room and taken off his hat, when Mrs. Miller came from the inner chamber with a lamp in her hand. How she started!
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