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Laura turned a pale but smiling face towards him. She had been passing through a week of illness, owing perhaps to the April bleakness of this high fell, and old Daffady was much concerned. They had made friends from the first days of her acquaintance with the farm. And during these April weeks since she had been the guest of her cousins, Daffady had shown her a hundred quaint attentions.
But mother's sending Daffady with the cart and she'd be that cross." Laura came out to the stairway. "Don't wait. Just tell the carriage mind" she hung over the banisters, enforcing the words "tell them that I'm coming by the later train. They're not to send down for me again I can get a cab at the inn. Mind, Polly, did you hear?"
I'm hungering to be out again. But come in a bit first. When do you think the mistress will be back?" Daffady awkwardly established himself just inside the door, looking first to see that his great nailed boots were making no unseemly marks upon the flags. Laura was alone in the house. Mrs. Mason and Polly were gone to Whinthorpe, where they had some small sales to make. Mrs.
Mason had gruffly bade her sit still, but when the girl persisted, she herself flushed with dinner and combat took her seat on the settle, opposite to old Daffady, and deliberately made holiday, watching Stephen's daughter all the time from the black eyes that roved and shone so strangely under the shaggy brows and the white hair.
A tried ta hit 'em all baith gert an lile." There was a pause, then he added placidly: "A likely suden't suit them varra weel. Theer was a mon beside me, as pooed me down afoor a'd hofe doon." "Tha sudna taak o' 'paid preests, Daffady," said Mrs. Mason severely. "Tha doosna understand nowt o' thattens."
Nobbut what theer's soomat endearin i' these yoong flibberties yo conno let em want for owt bit it's the use of em worrits me above a bit." Certainly all that old Daffady could do to supply the girl's wants was done.
It makes her mad to see iverything goin downhill. An he's that masterful he woan't be towd. Yo saw how he went on wi' Daffady at dinner. But if it weren't for Daffady an us, there'd be no stock left." And poor Polly, sitting on the edge of the meal-ark and dangling her large feet, went into a number of plaintive details, that were mostly unintelligible, sometimes repulsive, in Laura's ears.
Helbeck and his doings, from the beginning; they had kept up for years the most rancorous memory of the Williams affair; they had made the owner of the old Hall the bogey of a country-side. Laura knew it well. She never spoke to the little red man if she could help it. What pleased her was to make Daffady talk of him Daffady, whose contempt as a "Methody" for "paid priests" made him a sure ally.
She was amazed to watch her mother put out some little delicacy at tea or supper that Laura might be made to eat. And yet! after all these amenities, Mr. Bayley would still be asked to supper, and Laura would still be pelted and harried from supper-time till bed. To-night when Laura returned, Mrs. Mason was in a muttering and stormy mood. Daffady had angered her sorely.
Daffady sometimes would be drawn into these diversions, as he sat smoking on the settle. And then out of a natural slyness perhaps on these latter occasions, from a secret sympathy for "missie" he would often devote himself to proving the solidarity of all "church priests," Establishments, and prelatical Christians generally.
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