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I could weep when I think of it. I shouldn't be surprised if, on account of her rudeness and ingratitude, we broke off the engagement. I shouldn't really, James." "What do you take me for?" said James. "It isn't the girl I want to marry! it's you." "Oh dear!" said Mrs. Howland; "of course, I know." "She ain't a patch on you, Little-sing that is, I mean as regards looks. But now, don't you fret.
If she is to be about our pleasant, cheerful home snubbing me and putting on airs why, I'll have none of it. Let her go, Victoria, I say let her go if she wants to; but if she comes to me she must come in a cheerful spirit, and joke with me, and take my fun, and be as agreeable as you are yourself, Little-sing." "Well, at least," said Mrs. Howland, "give us till to-morrow.
"Has she anything to live on, ma?" asked Mr. Martin. "Oh, dear James," said Mrs. Howland, "don't take all the poor child says in earnest now! She'll be down on her knees to you to-morrow. I know she will. Leave her to me, James dear, and I'll manage her." "You can manage most things, Little-sing," said Mr. Martin; "but I don't know that I want that insolent piece. She is very different from you.
Hope you're enjoying your fine young ladies and fine life. Neither Little-sing nor me miss you a bit; but, all the same, your room will be ready for you at Christmas. Take care of those good clothes, for I can't often spend as much on you. "Good-bye for the present. Your affectionate father, "P.S. I have a good mind to call on that fine-lady schoolmistress of yours, Mrs. Ward.
"You went to Laburnum Villa this morning? Tasty place, that, eh?" "Yes, a very comfortable sort of house. My aunt, Lady Lysle, and I went together." "Her ladyship and you?" "We drove there." "I hope the neighbors saw," said Martin. "They'll come in shoals to see Little-sing after they've peeped at her ladyship's carriage." Aneta could scarcely keep back a smile. "Mr.
Ross watched for that delightful scene when he was "Bo-peep" to "Little-sing," Martin entered the drawing-room without making any exhibition of himself. The room looked quite clean and inviting, for Maggie had dusted it with her own hands, and there was a very nice tea on the board, and Mrs. Howland was dressed very prettily indeed. Martin gave a long whistle.
He must invent a more novel manner of return than that. He was really fond of Little-sing. She suited him to perfection. What he called her "fine-lady airs," when they were displayed to any one but himself, pleased him mightily. He thought of her as pretty and gracious and sweet. He really loved her after his own fashion, and would do anything in his power to make her happy.
On the contrary, he had dropped hints that his birdling, his Little-sing, his Victoria, was in the early bloom of youth. But now he said that she was a wonderful woman for her years. Mrs. Howland bridled slightly. "I am not old, James," she said. "Come, come," said the good-natured grocer; "no 'Jamesing' of me. I'm your Bo-peep.
"Now then, Little-sing, go into your room and get dressed for your drive." Mrs. Howland did so. She put on an elegant sort of bonnet-hat which had been presented to her by Martin, a lace fichu over her shoulders, and a pair of long white gloves. She had also been presented with a white parasol by Martin.
I like you all the better, my dear, for being plain. I don't want no beauties except my beloved Victoria. She's the woman for me. Ain't you, my Little-sing? Eh dear! Eh dear! It's we three who'll have the fun. I'll take you right into my heart, Popsy-wopsy, and snug and comfortable you'll find yourself there." Poor Maggie! The overwhelming contrast between this scene and the scenes of yesterday!
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