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"Meary," cried Jacob, growing desperate at her coyness, and getting quite close up to her, "will you marry oie? Say yeez or noa?" This was coming close to the point. Mary drew farther from him, and turned her head away. "Meary," said Jacob, seizing upon the hand that held the apron-string. "Do you think you can better yoursel'? If not why, oie'm your man.
Perhaps the idea that Pincon, to whom the discovery of the real Maranon is due, had landed in these parts, since become celebrated by the shipwreck of Ayres da Cunha, has also contributed to this confusion. The Meary appears to me identical with the Rio de Vicente Pincon of Diego Ribeyro, which is more than one hundred and forty leagues from that of the modern geographers.
I feel zore about the heart, Meary, and it's all com' of parting with you. Don't you feel queerish, too?" "Can't say that I do, Jacob. "Meary, oi'm afeard you don't feel like oie." "P'r'aps not women can't feel like men. I'm sorry that you are going, Jacob, for you have been very kind and obliging, and I wish you well."
Poor lass! poor lass!" and he brushed the dew from his eyes with his brawny hand. "Was her death sudden?" asked Potts. "Neaw, not so sudden, mester," replied the sexton. "Ruchot Baldwyn had fair warnin'. Six months ago Meary wur ta'en ill, an fro' t' furst he knoad how it wad eend." "How so, friend?" asked Potts, whose curiosity began to be aroused.
The poor fellow's eyes were full of tears, for the children, who loved him very much, clung, crying, about his knees. "God bless yees all," sobbed the kind-hearted creature. "Doan't forget Jacob, for he'll neaver forget you. Goodbuoy!" Then turning to Mary, he threw his arms round her neck, and bestowed upon her fair cheek the most audible kiss I ever heard. "And doan't you forget me, Meary.
"Meary" has been induced to wash her face and braid up her beautiful hair, and now shines forth as a very pretty good-humoured girl. She is as clever and quick as possible, and will in time be a capital housemaid. She has taken it into her head that she would like to be a "first-rater," as she calls it, and works desperately hard in the prosecution of her new fancy.
Owing to some confusion in the drayman's arrangements, the cook had been left behind, and "Meary," the new arrival, professed her willingness to supply her place; but on trial being made of her abilities, she proved to be quite as inexperienced as I was; and to each dish I proposed she should attempt, the unvarying answer was, "The missis did all that where I come from."
Having thus disposed of Amplach's character, later on, when he was alone with Mary, or "Meary," as she chose to pronounce it, the rascal worked upon her feelings with an account of the infant Amplach's sufferings in the snowdrift and its agonized whisperings for "Meary! Meary!" until real tears stood in Mary's blue eyes.
Mary stole a look at Jacob, and he heaved a tremendous sigh, something between a yawn and a groan. "Meary," he said, "I must go." "I knew that afore," returned the girl. "I had zummat to zay to you, Meary. Do you think you will miss oie?" "What put that into your head, Jacob?" This was said very demurely. "Oie thowt, may be, Meary, that your feelings might be zummat loike my own.
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