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Doubtless they received some good from the aspect of things that they could not help; there Grannie's hidden, and therefore irresistible power was in operation; but the moment they had their thoughts directed to the world around them, they began to gape inwardly.
How she do make them laugh, to be sure!" Although she called her wicked, the child spoke so as plainly to indicate pride in her grannie's pre-eminence in swearing. The gentleman looked very grave to hear her, for he was sorry that such a nice little girl should be in such bad keeping. But he did not know what to say next, and stood for a moment with his eyes on the ground.
"Seven dozen yards of unbleached calico be enough?" "Yes; plenty." "Which tea-service did you order?" "Number two." "Do you or Sybylla want anything extra?" "Yes; parasols, gloves, and some books." Can I get them at Hordern's?" "Yes." Grannie's voice faded on my ears, my thoughts ran on uncle Jay-Jay.
'There's a door into your room, he said, 'but it's always locked now. And here's Grannie's room, as they call it, though why, I have not the least idea, he added, as he pushed open the door of an old-fashioned parlour, smelling very musty. A few old books lay on a side table. A china bowl stood beside them, with some shrivelled, scentless rose-leaves in the bottom of it.
David looked puzzled and distressed; Grannie's words did not amuse him in the least they were spoken with great passion, with a rising color in the little old cheeks, and a flash of almost fever in the bright eyes. Grannie had always been the perfect embodiment of health and strength to all the grandchildren, and David did not understand her this morning.
Then there was Nancy Cain, getting the name of Nancy Joe, the servant in name but the mistress in fact, a niece of Grannie's, a bit of a Pagan, an early riser, a tireless worker, with a plain face, a rooted disbelief in all men, a good heart, an ugly tongue, and a vixenish temper.
I should say he'd like anything." For a moment longer she looked down into the Square. The discordant voice was giving "Annie Laurie" to the world. "Good-bye, darling." She stepped forward, shook the silver and coral rattle. "See what grannie's given you!" She left it lying near his hand, and, with a little sigh, was gone.
A few things the latter had borrowed of Grizzie to help make the former comfortable, were handed in and they set out for Muir o' Warlock. In the morning Lady Joan declared she had never slept better than in old Grannie's box-bed. They were married almost immediately, and nobody's leave asked.
My courage revived, and after a little more gazing about the room, I ventured to sit down in my grannie's chair and watch the growing fire. Warned, however, by the shortness of my candle, I soon rose to proceed with my search, and turned towards the bureau. Here, however, the same difficulty occurred.
The sun, in all the indescribable purity of its morning light, had kindled a spot of brilliance just about where his grannie's head must be lying asleep in its sad thoughts, on the opposite side of the partition. He lay looking at the light. There came a gentle tapping at his window.
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