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"Which is something," David said with a chuckle. "But I allus told you so, Master Tom; I allus told you." Tom, too, proved that the country air and his life with his uncle agreed with him, for he grew wonderfully. "But you do sit up too much o' nights, Master Tom," said Mrs Fidler plaintively. "I wouldn't care if you'd invent a slope up in the top of the mill; but you won't."
"Some ham is being fried, sir, and some eggs boiled," said Mrs Fidler rather stiffly. "Hah! that's better," said Sam; and Mrs Fidler left the room. "Well, young fellow, how are you getting on?" he continued, as he seated himself and began upon the breakfast. "What do you do here clean the knives and boots?" "No," said Tom. "I thought you did. Hands look grubby enough."
I hope our air will set him right again, and that it is not so serious as he thinks." "Then you'd like me to get a room ready for him at once, sir?" said Mrs Fidler, with alacrity. "If you please, Mrs F." "It shall be done, sir. I am so glad I mean so sorry. I was afraid something was wrong here."
Mrs Fidler strove to close the door as they passed out, but failed, and Tom had to help, holding on by the handle, and dragging the door to. Outside, the evergreens were beaten down, and the loose strands of the different creepers were flogging wall and trellis-work in a way which forbode destruction to both tree and trellis.
The breakfast passed off very silently, and as soon as it was over, Uncle Richard went into the next room, when Mrs Fidler seized upon the opportunity to speak.
"Let no saucy fidler presume to intrude, Unless he is sent for to vary our bliss. With mirth, wit, and dancing, and singing conclude, To regale every sense, with delight in excess. "Let raillery be without malice or heat. Dull poems to read let none privilege take. Let no poetaster command or intreat Another extempore verses to make.
I knew a man who lived to the age of forty, totally regardless of music. A fidler happening to have apartments near his abode, attracted his ear, by frequent exhibitions, which produced a growing inclination for that favourite science, and he became a proficient himself. Thus in advanced periods a man may fall in love with a science, a woman, or a bottle.
"If one of the sails of that mill is blown off oh, dear, dear, what am I thinking about?" "What indeed, Mrs Fidler! Be ready to close the door after us, for the wind has tremendous force. Come along, Tom." He led the way, opened the door, and the wind rushed in, banging others, setting pictures swinging, whisking a couple of hats off their pegs, and rushing up into the house with a roar.
Matter, Mrs Fidler?" said Uncle Richard. "I hope not. I really don't know. Oh, I see. I have hardly tasted it. The fact is, Mrs Fidler, I am in trouble." Tom jumped in his chair. "David has told him," he said to himself, and he felt hot and cold. "I have heard something this morning which has disturbed me a good deal."
Every now and then some excited personage raised his voice, and a word or two floated through the window about "lightning," and "heared it," and "mussy no one was killed." Uncle Richard was the first to break the silence by saying dryly "I'm afraid Mrs Fidler does not believe in the thunder and lightning theory." "No?" said the Vicar, turning his head.
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