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She pronounced it beautifully fine, silky, and wavy, and the most wonderful head of hair she had seen out of a picture. A noise arose somewhere out in the back premises. Grannie went out to ascertain the cause of it and did not return to me, so I extinguished my lamp and sat thinking in the glow of the firelight. For the first time my thoughts reverted to my leave-taking from home.
She's lying as quiet as quiet, and hasn't coughed to spake of for better than an hour." "H'm!" said the doctor ominously. He looked at the child, made some inquiries of Grannie, gave certain instructions to Nancy, and then lifted his head with a sigh. "Well, we've done all we can for her," he said. "If the child lives through the night she may get over it."
"Oh, God bless you, sir," said the girl to Pete, "God bless you for ever and ever." Then turning back to Grannie, she explained in woman's fashion, with many words, that somebody unknown had sent her twenty pounds, for the child, by post, the day before, and she had only now guessed who it must be when John the Clerk had told her what Pete had said a week before.
Lady Enid, who seemed to have quite recovered her self-possession, sat down by Mrs. Merillia, while the Prophet, in some confusion, offered to his grandmother the bunch of roses he had bought at Hollings's. "They're a little late, grannie, I'm afraid," he said. "But I was unavoidably detained." Mrs. Merillia glanced at him sharply. "Detained, Hennessey! Then you found what you were seeking?"
"What's your age?" asked the matron. "Sixty-eight, ma'am," replied Grannie. "Let me see; surely there is something wrong with that hand." "Yes, ma'am," replied Grannie solemnly; "it is the hand that has brought me here. I was good at needlework in my day, ma'am, but 'twas writing as did it." "Writing! did you write much?" asked the matron.
Faulkner took a great fancy to Alison, absolutely believed in her honesty and truth, and engaged her for a month's trial on the spot. She told her to be sure to be with her by ten o'clock on Monday to begin her new duties. Grannie went herself to see Mr. Watson; she had a private talk with him which no one knew anything about.
The Prophet remembered his oath and turned scarlet. "No, no, grannie," he murmured hastily, and looking like a criminal. "I met Lady Enid," he added. "Where did you meet the lady, young man?" said Sir Tiglath. "Was it in the accursed avenue?" Lady Enid shot a hasty glance of warning at the Prophet. Mrs.
"Good-night!" came back in many voices. Grannie came in muffled up to the throat. "However am I to get back to Sulby, and your father gone these two hours?" she said. "Not him," said Pete, coming behind with one eye screwed up and a finger to his nose. "The ould man's been on the back-stairs all night, listening and watching wonderful. His bark's tremenjous, but his bite isn't worth mentioning."
Then she thought of the old woman's words of the night before. "I caught 'em in the pool, gran'," she said. The iron fork with which Grannie Thornton was conveying a piece of the trout to her mouth dropped from her hand. The last piece she had eaten seemed to choke her. Then she tottered to her feet with a wrench that made her groan. "You got 'em from the pool!" she screamed.
So Eileen and Larry talked all the way to church, and that was two miles and a half of talk, the shortest way you could go. Just as they neared the church, what should they see but Grannie Malone, coming in grandeur, riding on a jaunting-car! Beside her was a big man with a tall hat on his head. "'Tis her son Michael, back from the States!" cried the Twins. "He said in a letter he was coming."
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