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"Poor folks don't live just like de rich folks," he answered, quietly, after a minute's pause. "And I don't count fur to want no good t'ing, missie." I went on with my observations; my questions I thought I would not push any further at that time. I grew more and more dissatisfied, that my father's work-people should live in no better style and in no better comfort.
"You think as I couldn't, Missie dear, and why not? I'm much stronger than you." "No, Joe, you couldn't steal my purse of gold," continued Cecile, still speaking quietly and without a trace of fear. "Aunt Lydia Purcell could have taken it away, and I dreaded her most terribly, and I would not tell dear Mrs. Moseley, nor Mr.
Presently the strained look in the farm-wife's face relaxed, and she turned to her charge. "That's him," she cried, with a swift return to her angry, contemptuous manner. "It's him showin' off like all them scallawags. Come right in, missie," she added, holding out her hands to lead the girl home. But her kindly intention received an unexpected shock.
An' yo're stayin' ower ta Duddon wi' her ladyship. I know. Dixon towd me. Bit yo' shouldna' coom here, Missie! Yo' canno' see your feyther." "Why not?" said Felicia imperiously. "I mean to see him. Here I am in the house. Take me to him at once!" And suddenly closing the entrance door behind her, she moved on toward an inner passage dimly lit, of which she had caught sight. Mrs.
Her voice grew louder every moment, so did Pomp's cries and protestations, till I could hear every word from my hiding-place, thoroughly enjoying of course the punishment that had fallen on the boy, while delighted by his ruse to get the clothes back and save his father. "Oh don't, missie; don't whop a poor lil nigger," came loudly. "No, haven't got 'em, missie; no, haven't got 'em. Oh! oh! Oh!"
At this point old Quiller, who had been toddling about in the November sunshine outside, pushed open the door in a state of breathless excitement. "Here's Master Bernard coming, missie," he announced. Mab started to her feet, her face in a sudden, marvellous glow. "There now!" said Mrs. Quiller, relieving her of her precious burden. "Who'd have thought it? You'd better go and talk to him."
"The only bit I wasn't sure about was the Duke's Nose, for not many knows it by that name; but little Missie would have it said it was more romantic like, though what's romantic about a duke's nose it beats me to see just like any other nose, I don't mind bettin'." "Hugh says Jerry's nose is like a duke's," Grizzel said, so that all eyes were immediately fixed upon poor Jerry's nose.
At the Washington house, the servants danced a cake-walk for me the coloured cook, a magnificent type, who "took the cake," saying, "That was because I chose a good handsome boy to dance with, Missie." They sang, too. Their voices were beautiful with such illimitable power, yet as sweet as treacle.
These thoughts chased away her smiles completely, and such a grave expression took their place that the farmer noticed the change. "Tired, missie, eh?" he inquired. "Well, we're there now, so to speak. Yonder's the spire of Waverley church, and the Vicarage is close against it steady then, lass," as Molly objected to turning in at a white gate.
Miles had made herself from a well-known Devonshire recipe that morning. "Oh, but doesn't this look good!" said Betty. She sat down with a twin girl at each side of her, and with a dog resting his head on the lap of each of the twins, and their beseeching eyes fixed on Betty's face. "I ha' got a treat for 'em afterwards, missie," said Mrs. Miles; "two strong beef-bones.
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