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Let me tell the history of Mr. Polly from the cradle to these present difficulties. "First the infant, mewling and puking in its nurse's arms." There had been a time when two people had thought Mr.
Alfred shortly betook himself to the garden, where, in spite of a decided freshness in the atmosphere, he walked for half-an-hour smoking a pipe. When he entered the house again, he met Adela at the foot of the stairs. 'Mrs. Mewling has just come in, she whispered. 'All right, I'll come up with you, was the reply. 'Heaven defend me from her small talk!
This responsibility of Gerda's invested her with a special interest in the eyes of Barry, who lived and worked for the future, and who, when he saw an infant mewling and puking in a pram, was apt to think "The hope for the world," and smile at it encouragingly, overlooking its present foolishness of aspect and habit.
In the meantime a conversation of a very lively kind was in progress between Mrs. Waltham and her visitor, Mrs. Mewling. The latter was a lady whose position much resembled Mrs. Waltham's: she inhabited a small house in the village street, and spent most of her time in going about to hear or to tell some new thing. She came in this evening with a look presageful of news indeed.
Then there was a sound of clinking of glasses and of laughter, for it became known that to John and Mary Shakespeare a son had been born, and presently there was brought to be shown to the company "The infant mewling and puking in the nurse's arms." It was a great event for the father and mother, something of an event for Stratford-on-Avon, for John Shakespeare was a man of importance.
Well, then, Shovel had listened at the door, and heard it mewling. Tommy knowed it well, and it never mewled. How could Tommy know it? 'Cos he had been with it a long time. Gosh! Why, it had only comed a minute ago. This made Tommy uneasy, and he asked a leading question cunningly. A boy, wasn't it? No, Shovel's old woman had been up helping to hold it, and she said it were a girl.
But when she raised them, they fell upon something which disturbed her cheerfulness. This was the face of Mrs. Mewling, who had come up from the direction of Wanley and was clearly about to pay a visit at the Manor. The lady smiled and murmured a greeting as she passed by. 'I suppose Mrs. Mewling is going to see my mother, said Hubert, who also had lost a little of his naturalness.
That path ran in the direction of the open, and to go on foot meant the possibility of greater speed. Vye slipped from the bough, hit the ground, and ran. His ragged lungsful of air came in great gasps and he doubted if he could take the exertion of more tree travel now. He raced down the path. Those mewling cries were louder, he was sure of it.
Mewling spread the phrase 'economic doctrines, shaking her head upon the adjective, which was interpreted by her hearers as condemnatory in significance. The half-dozen shopkeepers were disposed to secret jubilation; it was probable that, in consequence of the doings in the valley, trade would look up. Mutimer himself was a centre of interest such as Wanley had never known.
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