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Mrs Millett leaned forward with her hands on the boy's shoulder, and kissed him in so motherly a way that Dexter felt a catching of the breath, and kissed her again. "That's right," said the old lady. "You ain't half so bad as Maria pretends you are. `It's only a bit of mischief now and then, I says to her, `and he's only a boy, and that's what you are, ain't it, my dear?"
Mr Dengate had said that his man should save plenty of gentles for him; but Dexter resolved not to wait for them that day, but to try what he could do with worms and paste. So his first proceeding was to appeal to Mrs Millett for a slice or two of bread. Mrs Millett was not in the kitchen, but Maria was, and on being appealed to, she said sharply that she was not the cook.
And you never took your medicine that night. Oh, for shame! for shame!" "Hush, hush, Mrs Millett!" said the doctor sternly. "That will do." He signed to the old lady, and she left the hall, but turned to shake her head at the returned culprit as she went, while Maria gave him a meaning smile as soon as the doctor's back was turned, and then passed through the baize door.
"I'm very glad you have found fault, Miss," said Mrs Millett, "for it's given me a chance to speak. Yes; there ought to have been a chicken, and the veal pie too; but I'm very sorry to say, Miss, they're gone." "Gone?" "Yes, Miss. I don't know how to account for it, but the things have begun to go in the most dreadful way.
Bread, butter, milk, eggs, meat, everything goes, and we've all been trying to find out how, but it's no good." "This is very strange, Millett. Have you no idea how it is they go?" "No, Miss; but Dan'l fancies it must be that rough boy who led Master Dexter away. He says he's sure he caught sight of him in the dark last night.
"You can do as you please, Mrs Millett," said Maria, giving herself a jerk as if a string inside her had been pulled; "but I'm a-going to look out for a new place." "Couldn't have believed it," said the doctor one evening, when a week had passed away. "It's wonderful." Helen smiled. "A whole week, and the young dog's behaviour has been even better than I could wish.
Maria hurried away, and Helen entered, to find old Mrs Millett standing by the bedside, holding one of the patient's thin white hands, and watching him earnestly. "Don't say he's worse," whispered Helen. "Hush, my dear," whispered the old woman. "Ring, please, Miss; master said I was to if I saw any change."
"There's the coal-scuttles to fill, and the door-bell to answer, a deal more than I like." "Yes," said Mrs Millett, snipping off a piece of ribbon viciously; "I know. That boy to find every time you want 'em done, and a deal less trouble to do 'em yourself. I can't abear boys."
God bless you!" once again. It was some time before Dexter could summon up courage to go down to the breakfast-room. That he was expected, he knew, for Mrs Millett had been to his door twice, and said first that breakfast was ready, and, secondly, that master was waiting.
No; he would be afraid. I'd give something to know how to go to work to find him." "If you please, sir, may I come in?" said a pleasant soft voice. "Yes, yes, Millett, of course. What is it?"
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