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'I am sorry she is not in just now. It was an immense relief to gather from his words that she was not away. 'Will she be in soon? I said, eagerly; 'I didn't know there was any one else in the house. May I do you mind if I come in and wait till Kezia returns? 'Certainly, said the boy, and as he spoke he stooped to pick up the bag and parcel which his quick eyes had caught sight of.
"Kezia, keep your Puritan notions to yourself!" roared Father from the other end of the table; and he put some words before it which I would rather not write. "I can't think," he went on, looking round, "wherever Kezia can have picked up such mad whims as she has. For a sister of mine to say such a thing to a clergyman I declare it makes my hair stand on end!"
She took care to remind her sister when it was time to set out homewards; but Emily was, as usual, so long in taking her leave that it was too late to think of going to church when they set off. About two miles from Beechcroft Lily saw a little figure in a gray cloak trudging steadily along the road, and as she came nearer she recognised Kezia Grey.
"I must not stand prating here though." She came in according to her promise. Having carefully tucked him up, she stooped down and kissed his brow. "Thank you, thank you," said Owen. The tears rose to his eyes, and he felt more happy than he could have supposed possible. "Have you said your prayers?" asked Kezia. "Yes, I never forget to do that," answered Owen.
I have been turning over in my mind how I might say to you what would be likely to do you good, in such a way that you could easily bear it in mind. And I have settled to give you a few plain rules, which you will find of service if you follow them. Now don't you go saying to yourselves that Aunt Kezia is an old country woman who knows nothing of grand town folks.
Why do you call her birthday her "fête"? 'I didn't, I replied. "Fête" doesn't generally mean birthday it means something else, something about a saint's day. I said I wanted to "fêter" dear granny on her birthday, and I wondered what I could do. Last year I worked a little case in that stiff stuff with holes in, to keep stamps in, and Kezia made tea-cakes.
The old woman sighed, whipped the wool twice round her thumb, and drew the bone needle through. She was casting on. "I was thinking of your Uncle William, darling," she said quietly. "My Australian Uncle William?" said Kezia. She had another. "Yes, of course." "The one I never saw?" "That was the one." "Well, what happened to him?" Kezia knew perfectly well, but she wanted to be told again.
Surely if we could recall that early bitterness, and the dim guesses, the strangely perspectiveless conception of life, that gave the bitterness its intensity, we should not pooh-pooh the griefs of our children. "Miss Maggie, you're to come down this minute," said Kezia, entering the room hurriedly. "Lawks! what have you been a-doing? I never see such a fright!"
'She has just made one mistake, Miss Helena, it seems to me she has credited you with more sense than perhaps should be expected of a child. I didn't like this, and I felt my cheeks grow red. 'More sense, repeated Kezia, 'and she has trusted you too much. It should have pleased you to be looked on like that, and if you'd been a little older it would have done so.
And here, my Aunt Kezia looks as if she thought I ought to want no telling how to dust a table or make an apple pie. She has only cook-maid and chambermaid, Maria and Bessy, their names are, and Sam the serving-man. There is the old shepherd, Will, but he only comes into the house by nows and thens. Grandmamma had a black man who waited on us.
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