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Updated: June 3, 2025
"No doubt, I can; or if I cannot, it will not take me long to find a spot, whence I can do it." "Gwenny can climb like any cat. She has been up there in the summer, watching the young birds, day by day, and daring the boys to touch them. There are neither birds, nor eggs there now, of course, and nothing doing. If you see but six rooks' nests; I am in peril and want you.
And now is the time of real danger; for men can see to travel. I saw at once the truth of this. The moon was high and clearly lighting all the watered valleys. To sleep any longer might be death, not only to myself, but all. 'The man on guard at the back of the house is fast asleep, she continued; 'Gwenny, who let me out, and came with me, has heard him snoring for two hours.
When Master Huckaback came home, he looked at me very sulkily; not only because of my refusal to become a slave to the gold-digging, but also because he regarded me as the cause of a savage broil between Simon Carfax and the men who had cheated him as to his Gwenny.
Therefore, I drew my traces tight, and set my whole strength to the business; and we slipped along at a merry pace, although with many joltings, which must have sent my darling out into the cold snowdrifts but for the short strong arm of Gwenny. And so in about an hour's time, in spite of many hindrances, we came home to the old courtyard, and all the dogs saluted us.
It is the only way to punish her," she continued to me, when the maid was gone, in a storm of sobbing and weeping. "Now, for the next three days, she will scarcely touch a morsel of food, and scarcely do a thing but cry. Make up your mind to one thing, John; if you mean to take me, for better for worse, you will have to take Gwenny with me.
"You must you must," she answered; "I shall die if they hurt you. I hear the old nurse moving. Grandfather is sure to send for me. Keep back from the window." However, it was only Gwenny Carfax, Lorna's little handmaid: my darling brought her to the window and presented her to me, almost laughing through her grief. "Oh, I am so glad, John; Gwenny, I am so glad you came.
Of all the people I know, there are but two, besides my uncle, who do not either covet, or detest me. And who are those two, think you?" "Gwenny, for one," I answered. "Yes, Gwenny, for one. And the queen, for the other. As for the women who dislike me, without having even heard my voice, I simply have nothing to do with them.
Gwenny never had any cookies like those. And the jell is so pretty. I put a egg in my pocket too." Myron's lip trembled, but he did not cry although Tommy giggled openly. "Of course you shall take them home to your mother! Who is Gwenny your dog?" asked Rosanna. "Gwenny is my sister!" said Myron furiously. Rosanna felt that she always said the wrong thing. "Oh, excuse me, Myron," she said meekly.
"Well, Helen is coming over with her mother and we are going to sit on the porch of the playhouse and sew. Helen and I are going to make a couple of rompers for Baby Christopher. Helen and her mother went over to see Gwenny the other day, and Mrs. Culver says that baby actually has nothing to put on.
But before I had been long on duty, making the round of the ricks and stables, and hailing Gwenny now and then from the bottom of her tree, a short wide figure stole towards me, in and out the shadows, and I saw that it was no other than the little maid herself, and that she bore some tidings.
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