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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Why, little miss, you've made yourself look very funny," said Uncle Pullet, and perhaps he never in his life made an observation which was felt to be so lacerating. "Fie, for shame!" said aunt Glegg, in her loudest, severest tone of reproof. "Little gells as cut their own hair should be whipped and fed on bread and water, not come and sit down with their aunts and uncles."
"It makes you look like lots of other little gells, that's what it does. Not so much like White Lilac as you used to. I liked it best as it wur afore." "Peter, he said that too," said Lilac. "No one likes it except Agnetta." "Ah! And what made Agnetta and all of 'em cut their hair that way?" asked Uncle Joshua.
"Yes, I might spend all the wind i' my body, an' take the bellows too, if I was to tell them gells everything as their own sharpness wonna tell 'em. Mr. Bede, will you take some vinegar with your lettuce? Aye you're i' the right not. It spoils the flavour o' the chine, to my thinking. It's poor eating where the flavour o' the meat lies i' the cruets.
Mrs. Blake looked very sour when she saw my new things. 'You think to catch a young man with those, says she. 'You gells is all alike. But it isn't fine feathers as catches a husband, as they say. Don't you believe it. And I said, 'No; a husband as was caught so easy might be as easy got rid of, which was convenient sometimes. And we come nigh to having words about it.
He 'as told me about all the gells he has walked out with, and though, of course, he 'as been much run after, he is three-and-twenty and not married yet. He told me that none of 'em seemed to be worthy of him." She paused for so long that Poppy Tyrell looked up from her work, said "Yes," in an expressionless manner, and waited for her to continue.
'Not it, returned Mrs. Fellowes, 'nor won't be yet a while. Beesn't one as cries for nothing, like most gells. I was niver o' that kind myself. Bertha would not, perhaps could not, make a confidante even of her mother in this matter, but Mrs. Fellowes had a remarkable faculty for striking human averages, and she got near the truth in her guesses.
"Oh, of course we don't know all about that, no more we don't oh no course not! And dragging little gells into it, too. 'Ere I'll let the gells go if you'll come along to the pleece quiet." "We won't be let go," said Jane heroically; "not without the boys. It's our money just as much as theirs, you wicked old man."
"He's been a good son," said the mother, fondly; "never no trouble, always been pertickler, and always quite the gentleman. He always smokes his cigar of a Sunday, and I remember the very first money 'e ever earned 'e spent on a cane with a dog's 'ed to it." "Yes," said Poppy again. "The gells he's 'ad after 'im wouldn't be believed," said Mrs.
'Yo know, they can ha th' law on yo, and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards the farm. 'Boys is all reet, but gells can't do nothink till they're sixteen. They mun stay wi th' foak as browt 'em up, an if they run away afore their sixteenth birthday they gets put in prison.
"You talk o' them gells Nancy and Molly being clever i' their work," she began again; "it's fine talking. They're all the same, clever or stupid one can't trust 'em out o' one's sight a minute. They want somebody's eye on 'em constant if they're to be kept to their work. An' suppose I'm ill again this winter, as I was the winter before last? Who's to look after 'em then, if you're gone?
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