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Mumpson had less and less place in his thoughts, even as a thorn in the flesh. One bright afternoon, however, chaos came again unexpectedly. Mrs. Wiggins did not suggest a volatile creature, yet such, alas! she was. She apparently exhaled and was lost, leaving no trace. The circumstances of her disappearance permit of a very matter-of-fact and not very creditable explanation.
He was soon on the road home, however, with Mrs. Mumpson and Jane. Cousin Lemuel's last whispered charge was, "Now, for mercy's sake, do keep your tongue still and your hands busy." Whatever possibilities there may be for the Ethiopian or the leopard, there was no hope that Mrs. Mumpson would materially change any of her characteristics. The chief reason was that she had no desire to change.
Spurred by fear of such a dire possibility, Mrs. Mumpson was bustling around when Holcroft entered. "We'll soon be ready," she gushed, "we'll soon place our evening repast upon the table." "Very well," was the brief reply, as he passed up the stairs with the small hair trunk on his shoulder. Domestic Bliss
"Oh, certainly, certainly!" began Mrs. Mumpson, but Holcroft waited to hear no more. "She's a woman," he muttered, "and I'll say nothing rude or ugly to her, but I shan't listen to her talk half a minute when I can help myself; and if she won't do any thing but talk well, we'll see, we'll see! A few hours in the dairy will show whether she can use anything besides her tongue."
Mumpson would remain indefinitely. Moreover, the homely, silent child made the women nervous, just as her mother irritated the men, and they did not want her around. Thus she had come to be but the specter of a child, knowing little of the good in the world and as much of the evil as she could understand. She now displayed, however, more sense than her mother.
You can leave your things upstairs in your room, and I'll carry up your bundles also if you are rested enough for the journey." "Oh, yes!" she replied, "I'm feeling better already." He led the way to the apartment that Mrs. Mumpson had occupied and said regretfully, "I'm sorry the room looks so bare and comfortless, but that will all be mended in time.
"There!" he concluded, "I'm touching on things a little too sacred for you. I respect your feelings and beliefs, for they are honest and I wish I shared in 'em." Then he suddenly laughed again as he added, "Mrs. Mumpson said there was too much milking done on Sunday, and it's time I was breaking the Fourth Commandment, after her notion." Alida now laughed outright, without reservation.
"You'll see," he replied, going down the steps. "Jump up, Jane! I shall take the trunk to your cousin's. If you are so crazy as to stay in a man's house when he don't want you and won't have you, you are fit only for an asylum." Mrs. Mumpson was sane enough to perceive that she was at the end of her adhesive resources.
Mumpson to visit us all summer, but I couldn't like her to save my life, and I don't suppose Alida can like me, beyond a certain point, to save her life. But she'll do her duty.
Or I shall think that you're bewitched yourself." "I truly begin to think I am." "Oh, well! Since we all and everything are affected in the same way, it don't matter." "But it does. It's unaccountable. I'm beginning to rub my eyes and pinch myself to wake up." "If you like it, I wouldn't wake up." "Suppose I did, and saw Mrs. Mumpson sitting where you do, Jane here, and Mrs.
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