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'I don't believe as she's a workin' girl at all, 'Lizabeth remarked mysteriously to her mother, afterwards. 'She's Mrs. Ormind's daughter, as has runned away from her 'ome, an' that's the truth of it. 'Don't be silly, 'Lizabeth! Why, there ain't no more likeness than in that there cabbage! 'I don't care. That's what I think, an' think it I always shall, choose what! 'You always was obstinit!
William Transom, finding her notions of gentility thus ridiculed, acquiesced. "An' now," resumed 'Lizabeth, when her visitor was seated by the fire pulling off her damp stockings, "there's rum an' there's tea. Which will you take to warm yoursel'?" Mrs. William elected to take rum; and 'Lizabeth noted that she helped herself with freedom.
"And how long has it been UNCLE Ben?" "Oh, 'Lizabeth adopted him. He adores the children." "He loaned Joe the money," Lydia said with her old air of delicately emphasizing an unsavoury truth. Sally gave her younger sister a rather odd look at this, but she did not deny the statement. "And who keeps the quartette going?" asked Martie, glancing about.
Mr Prothero was as much struck with the improvement in the widow's appearance as his son. 'Why, I declare, cousin 'Lizabeth, you look ten years younger than you did when I saw you last. Do you mind when we two used to go nutting together? If 'twasn't for my good 'ooman there 'I was just saying so, father, interrupted Owen; 'don't you think Davies, Pennycoed
It was just five months after this, on a warm June morning, that William rode down the valley, and, dismounting by Farmer Hooper's, hitched his bridle over the garden gate, and entered. 'Lizabeth was in the garden; he could see her print sun-bonnet moving between the rows of peas. She turned as he approached, dropped a pod into her basket, and held out her hand. "Good day, William."
Then we hushed our laughter, and asked her where her home was, and what it was like, and why she didn't like her Uncle Tomps and Aunt 'Lizabeth, and if she wouldn't want to visit them sometimes. "Oh, yes," she artlessly answered in reply to the concluding query; "I'll want to go back there lots o' times; but not to see them!
The tapping went on for half a minute; then followed silence again. 'Lizabeth stole across the kitchen, pistol in hand, laid her ear against the board, and listened. Yes, assuredly there was someone outside. She could catch the sound of breathing, and the shuffling of a heavy boot on the door-slate. And now a pair of knuckles repeated the tapping, more imperiously. "Who's there?"
"I'd do something to that tousled hair, 'Lizabeth. Have her put it up or cut it off. It's good to cut a girl's hair; makes it thick and strong. And curls do look so flighty and frivolous." "The new fashion is a wig with all the front in little curls. It's so much less trouble if it is made of natural curly hair."
"'Lizabeth Sarah and Harry Fairfax, they're always coming and going, and Lord knows it would be like havin' one of my own girls back, to me. We've room, and there's a lot of nice people down hereabouts " A chorus arose, Mrs. Honey well protesting joyously that that was too much imp'sition for any use, 'Lizabeth Sarah and Harry Fairfax violently favorable to the idea, Mrs.
Meditating on this, 'Lizabeth stepped to the kitchen window and closed the shutter; then, reaching down an old horse-pistol from the rack above the mantelshelf, she fetched out powder and bullet and fell to loading quietly, as one who knew the trick of it.
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