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What do you take up your time with that boy for?" she added, not inaudibly, as she and Imogen turned away together. "Oh dear!" cried blunt Etty, lingering, "I wonder if she meant me. I want to hear about the caterpillars.
"As a matter of fact, Maud Etty had married the handsome young lieutenant in the Hussars, quite against her father's wishes. But she was an only child, and after a good deal of demur and grumbling, Sir John, who idolized his daughter, gave way to her whim, and a reluctant consent to the marriage was wrung from him.
The picture was an "Etty," taken in part payment of a debt by Montague's father, but, as it portrayed a nude woman, the old Puritan had employed a Melkbridge carpenter to conceal that portion of the figure which the artist had omitted to drape.
Fortunately his uncle and elder brother were able and willing to help him on in his new career, and they provided him with the means of entering as pupil at the Royal Academy. We observe, from Leslie's Autobiography, that Etty was looked upon by his fellow students as a worthy but dull, plodding person, who would never distinguish himself.
"Oh, it's nicer out here, Merry Etty. What's the rush? Bring me out some, an' set down on this log." With a nod Marietta disappeared, and soon came out with a plate of cookies in one hand and a cup of milk in the other. "Poor little man, he's all tired out, ain't he?" Lime, taking the cue, collapsed in a heap, and said feebly, "Bread, bread!" "Won't milk an' cookies do as well?"
Lyman put the blade of his pocket-knife under the window and raised it a little, and then placed his lips to the crack, and spoke in a sepulchral tone, half groan, half whisper: "Merry! Merry Etty!" The dazed girl sat up in bed and listened, while her heart almost stood still. "Merry, it's me Lime. Come to the winder." The girl hesitated, and Lyman spoke again. "Come, I hain't got much time.
"I don't believe that's elegant, mamma," said Etty demurely; "and there isn't Tom, Dick, nor Harry; only Dakie Thayne, and that nice, nice Miss Craydocke! And I hate the Haughtleys!" This with a sudden explosiveness at the last, after the demureness. "Etty!" and Mrs. Thoresby intoned an indescribable astonishment of displeasure in her utterance of her daughter's name, "remember yourself.
If I go off without ye t'night, I never come back. What makes ye gig back? Are ye 'fraid o' me?" "N-no; but but " "But what, Merry Etty?" "It ain't right to go an' leave Dad all alone. Where y' goin' t' take me, anyhow?" "Milt Jennings let me have his horse an' buggy; they're down the road a piece, an' we'll go right down to Rock River and be married by sun-up."
Perhaps this is their chief reason for absenting themselves almost entirely from places of public amusement. They go sometimes to the Exhibition of the Royal Academy;—but that is often more shocking than the stage itself, and the formal lady thinks that it really is high time Mr. Etty was prosecuted and made a public example of.
"I sh'd think y' was," laughed the girl. "Now, Merry Etty, you run right t' the pig-pen with that milk, whilst I go in an' set the tea on." Mr. Pill seized the can of milk, saying, with a twang: "Show me the way that I may walk therein," and, accompanied by the laughing girl, made rapid way to the pig-pen just as the old man set up a ferocious shout to call the hired hand out of the cornfield.
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