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Since my eyes then were at last steadily fixed on this phantom of man, and I found nothing there, I finally discovered you, you cobweb of a man!" "What! you call me a cobweb?" screamed Hodge, as he crept from under the table, and, drawing himself up to his full height, placed himself threateningly in front of Gammer Gurton's elbow-chair. "You call me a cobweb?
Who is Tib?" asked Hodge as he stretched out his long neck from under the table, and stared at Gammer Gurton with well-assumed astonishment. "Now this otter wants me yet to tell him who Tib is!" screamed the exasperated dame. "Well, then, I will tell you.
"Oh Hodge, Hodge, good Hodge, you innocent dove, will you forgive me?" "Come to the justice of the peace, Gammer Gurton, and I forgive you!" They sank tenderly into each other's arms, wholly forgetful of their master, who still stood near them, and looked on, laughing and nodding his head.
June 20. Grievous work overnighte with the churning. Gillian sayd that Gammer Gurney, dissatisfyde last Friday with her dole, had bewitched the creame. Mother insisted on Bess and me, Daisy and Mercy Giggs, churning until the butter came.
Whereupon Gammer pauses and turns her puckered eyes down upon the two urchins at her knee. Has she heard what her grandson said? Will Shakespeare feels as guilty as if he had been the one to say it. "Ay, but those are brave words, Hammie," says Gammer, and she wags her sharp chin knowingly; "brave words. An' you shall take the bowl yonder and fetch a round o' pippins from the cellar for us here.
Before I had hardly got into the courtyard they had found the grain store, and were looting it. I put Gammer Sing on sentry duty over the entrance, and, Borradaile coming up, we inspected it, and found enough grain to last us some months.
The policeman remained open-mouthed, staring at the impenitent widow. "You'd no business ever to do such a thing," he said. "The cock belonged to the Law." "I care nowt for your Law," retorted Mrs. Gammer. "Anyway you've helped to eat him!"
Chambers has so well begun in Scotland, and discover in the mouth of an Anglo- Saxon Gammer Grethel, some, at least, of those popular tales which England once had in common with all the Aryan race. For these Norse Tales one may say that nothing can equal the tenderness and skill with which MM. Asbjoernsen and Moe have collected them.
My house is my house, magistrate or no magistrate, and I won't have any policeman messing about on the top of my tester-bed." The policeman was not certain whether the authority which had been entrusted to him in the matter would justify his making a deliberate prisoner of Mrs. Gammer.
Only, people used to wonder why Widow Gammer almost always gave a peculiar kind of snort when she spoke of Police Constable X, and why that worthy officer avoided her cottage ever after, and invariably turned down a side street if he saw the widow within speaking distance of him. An Episode of Travel By LUCY COPINGER
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