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There was no answer, and Caroline said over her shoulder in a quick, low voice: "You'd better go and fetch a doctor. We must not move her until we know if she has broken anything. Send Mrs. Bradford with some rugs." And though she was so terribly sorry, she was also pleased with her self-control. Aunt Ellen and Aunt Creddle would not have been able to take it like this when they were nineteen.
And she could not get away from it all. Despite her fine talk about never entering Uncle Creddle's house again, she had found that it would be literally impossible to live in Flodmouth on what she earned at first, and she would be obliged to lodge with Aunt Creddle, going in and out by train every day.
Creddle is such a comfortable person when one is in trouble. I'm sure Mrs. Bradford will be glad to have her." "I'll come back as soon as I have let Lillie know, if there is anything I can do. I can easily get some other girl to take my place," said Caroline. "No, thank you. Really, there is nothing you can do," said Laura.
We won't make a trouble about this one." "But I do," said Mrs. Creddle, dissolving into tears at this kindly address. "Me that always wants you to enjoy yourself while you can to have gone and spoilt your only party dress! I could hit myself, I could, if it would do any good." Upon this little Winnie, still tearful from past sorrows, began to cry loudly again. "You shan't hit yourself, Mummy.
"Bless you, we've never missed the bit she used to eat before she began to make aught, and she's earned her keep with us over and over again since then." Mr. Creddle also expressed the same meaning, though in different terms, when pals ventured with a smile to hint that he had lasses enough under his roof without getting in any from outside. "That's my business," he would say.
Wilson for ten days or more, and I'll never enter uncle's house again as long as I live." "You mustn't talk like that, honey," said Mrs. Creddle. "Uncle took it to heart because he thinks such a lot of you. But you'll soon find some nice young feller in your own station of life next time: don't go hankering after a gentleman, my dear.
You know Miss Ethel's expecting you. You ought to be there by now." Caroline drew back a pace, then let her missile fly. "I aren't " But even in this stress of emotion she paused from force of habit to correct her speech "I'm not going to Miss Wilson's." "What!" Mrs. Creddle came down the stairs with the peculiar buoyancy of active stout people. "I've just sent your box.
Whatever are you talking about, Carrie?" "I met Mr. Brook he's the one that has to do with the Amusements Committee: and he said if I applied for Maggie Wake's job, I should get it. They want somebody steady and respectable that knows how to behave." "But you can't apply for it!" said Mrs. Creddle, breathing sharply as if from the impact of an actual blow.
She turned back towards the promenade. "Of course, I can't prevent you walking with me if you will," she answered. But it was because she felt that her curiosity might betray her that she desperately slammed the door of opportunity in his face by adding: "I suppose you know you are safe here to worry me as much as you like. You won't come across Uncle Creddle on the sands."
Your uncle was right. Oh, Carrie, how could you with him going to be married in a fortnight? I should have thought you would have more self-respect." Caroline swung round upon her, eyes ablaze. "Who told you I was with Mr. Wilson? You don't want to listen to everything you hear in Thorhaven, surely! And if I was, I was doing no wrong." "I don't know how you could, Carrie," repeated Mrs. Creddle.
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