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"And then, that all this residue of personal effects, and my real estate in the Old Homestead at Kinnicutt Cross Corners, and my shares in the Kinnicutt Bank, be placed in the hands of my nephew, Henderson Gartney, to be held in trust during the natural life of my worthy and beloved handmaiden, Gloriana McWhirk; for her to occupy said house, and use said furniture, and the income of said property, so long as she can find at least four orphan children to maintain therewith, and 'make a good time for, every day.
It'll soon go into the ragbag, and then to the mill that grinds all up, and brings us out new and white again!" "Glory McWhirk," said she, on another day after, "if you could do just the thing you would like best to do, what would it be?" "To-day, ma'am? or any time?" asked Glory, puzzled as to how much her mistress's question included. "Ever.
However came you here? And in such a fashion, too, without a word of warning, like an angel from Heaven!" "I came up in the cars, auntie! I felt just like it! Will you keep me?" "Glory! Glory McWhirk!" Like the good Vicar of Wakefield, Aunt Henderson liked often to give the whole name; and calling, she disappeared round the corner of the stoop, without ever a word of more assured welcome.
I indicate thus, not the oratory, nor the rhetoric; but the sermon, of which these were the mere vehicle the word of truth itself which was spoken, seemingly, to her very thought. So also, as certainly, to the long life-thought of one other. Glory McWhirk sat in Miss Henderson's corner pew, and drank it in, as a soul athirst.
The shabby woman with a sharp look recognized nothing. Glory McWhirk knew Mrs. Grubbling, and the child of six that had been the Grubbling baby.
Glory had transferred a fragrant white paper parcel from her pocket to the child's hands, and had thrust upon that a gay tin horse from the counter, before it occurred to her that the mother might, possibly, neither remember nor approve. "I beg your pardon, ma'am, for the liberty; and it's very likely you don't know me. I'm Glory McWhirk, that used to live with you, and mind the baby."
Here Glory McWhirk, from eight years old to nearly fifteen, scoured knives and brasses, tended doorbell, set tables, washed dishes, and minded the baby; whom, at her peril, she must "keep pacified" i. e., amused and content, while its mother was otherwise busy. For her, poor child baby that she still, almost, was herself who amused, or contented her?
Peter McWhirk had taught his child her letters in happy, humble Sundays and holidays long ago; and Mrs.
She never thought of triumphing. She never dreamed of what it would be to electrify her former mistress with the announcement that she whom she had since served had died, and left her, Glory McWhirk, the life use of more than half her estate. That she dwelt now, as proprietress, where she had been a servant.
A child she was, of five years, when she was taken in there with her old, crippled grandmother. Peter McWhirk was picked up dead, from the graveled drive of a gentleman's place, where he had been trimming the high trees that shaded it. An unsound limb a heedless movement and Peter went straight down, thirty feet, and out of life.
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