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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Didn't she say nuffin' 'bout me?" asked the small autocrat. Walden set her gently down on the ground. "Not then, Ipsie," he said "She was very busy. But I am sure she thought of you!" Ipsie looked quite contented. "'Ess, my lady-love finks a lot, oh, a lot of me!" she said, seriously "Allus finkin' of me!" John smiled, and again shook old Josey's hand. "Good-bye till Sunday!" he said.
She was, however, always called 'Ipsie' by her playmates, and even her mother and father, who were entirely responsible for her name in the first instance, found it somewhat weighty for daily utterance and gladly adopted the simpler sobriquet, though the elders of the village generally were rather fond of calling her with much solemn unction: 'Baby Hippolyta, as though it were an elaborate joke.
"Yes I'm going," said John in an uncertain voice, while Ipsie stared up at him in sudden enquiring wonder, perhaps because he looked so pale, and because the hand in which he held the rose she had given him trembled slightly "I've a number of things to do, Josey otherwise I should love to stop and hear you talk you know I should!" and he smiled kindly "For you are quite right, Josey!
Then there was Bob Keeley, more or less breathless with excitement, having just got back again from Badsworth Hall, his friend the butcher boy having driven him to and from that place 'in a jiffy' as he afterwards described it, and there was a very sparkling, smiling, vivacious little person of about fifteen, in a lilac cotton frock, who wore a wreath of laburnum on her black curls, no other than Kitty Spruce, generally alluded to in the village as 'Bob Keeley's gel'; and standing near Baby Hippolyta, or 'Ipsie, was the acknowledged young beauty of the place, Susie Prescott, a slip of a lass with a fair Madonna-like face, long chestnut curls and great, dark, soft eyes like pansies filled with dew.
Walden looked at her now as he would have looked at a charming picture, without the least embarrassment. She appeared so extremely young to him. She awakened in his mind a feeling of kindly paternal interest, such as he might have felt for Susie Prescott or Ipsie Frost.
She was all in white, as a lady-love should be only there were little flushes of pink on her dress like the sunset on a cloud and she had diamonds in her hair," Here Ipsie sighed a profound sigh of comfortable ecstasy "and she looked very sweet and beautiful and and" Here he suddenly paused. Josey Letherbarrow was looking at him with sudden interest. "And that's all, Ipsie!"
"Please God, you will!" said Josey, devoutly "And please God, so shall I. But there's never no knowin' what may 'appen in a day or two days " Here Ipsie gave vent to a yell of delight. She had been groping among the flowers in the cottage border, and now held up a deep red rose, darkly glowing at its centre. "Wed wose!" she announced, screamingly "Wed all wed! For Passon! Passon, tiss it!"
"We'se goin' sweetheartin', ain't we, Ipsie," he said gently, the beautiful smile that made his venerable face so fine and lovable, again lighting up his sunken eyes. "Come along, little lass! Come along!"
'Poltry' was the general term among the frequenters of the 'Mother Huff' for 'poetry. "Ay, ay!" replied Buggins, somewhat condescendingly, as one who bore in mind that he was addressing a creditor; "I don't understan' poltry myself, but Josey speaks fine when he has a mind to there's no doubt of that. Look 'ee 'ere, now; there's Ipsie Frost runnin' to 'im!"
Ipsie was one of the loveliest children in the village, and though she was only two-and-a-half years old, she was fully aware of her own charms. She was pushed to the front of the Maypole this morning, merely because she was pretty, and she knew it.
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