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"Are you ready, Mother?" shouted Mr Hankworth, putting his head in the door. "John Unsworth thinks the sows belongs to Mr Phillipson. He saw him bringing some home last night. We can take him on the way home." "I'm coming," said Mrs Hankworth, rising slowly. "If there's anything you need, any advice or that, I'll be very pleased to give it you. Let me give him a kiss."
'Nay, Peter, I says, 'it's thee that wants oiling. 'Why, Mrs Hankworth, what's the matter? he says. 'Whatever made you come out with such a thing in the meeting, I says. 'Why, what was wrong with it? he says. 'Oh, well! I says, 'if you don't know yourself, I can't tell you, I says. He's a bright one is Peter Molesworth."
"Well, I'll go," said Mrs Hankworth, gratified. "Good morning, then. We shall see you at the meeting." "God willing," replied Anne, and turned to go, comforted by the confidence and ample views of this well-to-do woman. The little grey chapel at the corner of two roads was lighted and already hot with steam on the windows.
"Now, where did you two come from?" he ejaculated, jumping from the trap and examining the backs of two enormous sows, who were munching and rooting in foreign ground with great satisfaction. At the sight of their enemy, a man, they began that lumbering but nimble trot, by which their tribe elude and disregard anything disagreeable. "You better get up again," said Mrs Hankworth.
"It's not often we have to do this," she said, "but they sent down word that there was no milk wanted yesterday, so we had to set to." "It looks nice butter," said Anne, with the judgment of a connoisseur. "You ought to know what good butter is," returned Mrs Hankworth. "I've just been having a laugh over that Peter Molesworth. He wrote on his account, "17 pints." Did you ever hear such a thing!
"Of all the knowing things!" said Mrs Hankworth. "Well, Miss Hilton, we're bringing you two sows and ourselves to visit you!" said the farmer. "First a baby and then two sows! You'll keep a foundling home very soon." He jumped out, and his wife came slowly over the wheel. "Somebody'll be sending out to inquire for them soon," said Anne. "I'm very pleased to see you, Mrs Hankworth."
"It'll be a great treat to hear Mr Charter," said Anne. "He's such a kind way of talking about everybody. It's a season of grace and sweet delight when he comes." "He's got such a way with children and young people," said Mrs Hankworth, steering away from "experiences." "There's my big lad William! He'll follow him round from place to place till he's out of walking distance.
So she shuts herself up, and doesn't say a word." "Don't you worry, Miss Hilton," said Mrs Hankworth; "she'll look for friends when the baby comes. She'll stir herself for his sake, if she won't for her own. We're going to have Mr Charter to stop to-morrow night. You'll be going to the Home Missions, won't you?" she said, as if all had been said that could be.
It took me quite a long time to know what 17 pints was. Him and his 17 pints!" "He's not very clever, Peter," said Anne, "but I don't know what his poor mother would do without him." "No," returned Mrs Hankworth, "he's hard-working if he's stupid, and that's better than the other way round."
You'll find some friends here." Mrs Hankworth laughed uproariously. "The baby's holding a reception," she said, her huge form shaking. "It's Mrs Hankworth, I know," said Mary. "And Mrs Crowther," interposed the latter herself; "we're making sillies of ourselves over the baby. Here, sit down and take him, Mary."
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