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Updated: June 19, 2025
Toward morning she sat silently for a whole hour sucking her thumb. When, abruptly, she came to herself and realized what she had been doing, the shamed color rose in her face. Nannie, kneeling at her side, caught at the flicker of intelligence to say, "Mamma, would you like to see the Rev. Mr. Gore? He is here; waiting in the parlor. Sha'n't I bring him in?" Mrs. Maitland frowned.
It was at least two, possibly three, miles east of the stage-road that the solitary courier had first been sighted, and when later seen by the major and certain others of the swift gathering spectators, he was heading for Frayne, though still far east of the highroad. And now Mrs. Ray, on the north piazza, with Webb by her side and Nannie Blake, Mrs.
But, Nannie, my little Nannie, if this is what London calls a great man, I'll kick the ball like a toy before me yet." ... "So you are wondering where I am living in man-sion or attic! Behold me then in Brick Court, Temple, second floor. Goldsmith wrote the 'Vicar' on the third, but I've not got up to that yet. His rooms were those immediately above me.
They say it was a women that was 'in' at the end. No more of the like now, no more debts, no more vain 'talk like poor Poll: the light's out all still and dark." ... "How's my little Nannie? Does she still keep a menagerie for sick dogs and lost cats? And how's the parson-gull with the broken wing, and does he still strut like Parson Kis-sack in his surplice? I was at Westminster Hall yesterday.
I mind me how, when I stood before the glass and secured the knot in my sash, and saw by the faint light my loosened hair falling in a shadow round me and the quillings of the jaconet, that I thought to myself how it was like a white moss-rose, till of a sudden Nannie held the candle higher and let my face on me, and I bade her bind up my hair again in the close plaits best befitting me.
"Why! she is sending word that she's going to stay all night again with Nannie," Miss White thought, really disturbed. If such a thing had been possible, Cherry-pie would have been vexed with her beloved "lamb," for after all, Elizabeth really ought to be at home attending to things! Miss White herself had spent every minute since the wonderful news had been flung at her, in attending to things.
She wonders why Pat puts so much of his earnings in the savings' bank, contenting himself with his old suit, which has grown quite rusty from such continual wear; and when Mike whispers to her, in a sly way, that he is trying to get a home to offer a certain fine girl that he wants for a wife, Nannie shakes her finger witchingly at Biddy, as if to say, "I've found you out now."
I have been contented all my life, and if I had my wish about some things I would be happy." "What things?" "If we had no debt," said Katie, decidedly. "And if we had a little more money, so that we would not need to consider about things so much, and so that Davie could go to school all the year, and perhaps to the college, and the rest too, Nannie and Sandy and all.
In this instance I felt I could most distinctly tell, and wondered whether I might too tell Nannie of something I didn't hold with. But I didn't. I remember once long ago one of us asking Nannie if any one could have children without being married, and Nannie answered in a very matter of fact voice, "They can, dear, but it's better not." Anyhow, she didn't hold with flats.
He has killed my child Elizabeth!" "Who has? What do you mean? What are you talking about!" "He has lured her away from David," the old woman wailed shrilly. "Nannie, Nannie, your brother is an evil, cruel man a false man, a false friend. Oh, my lamb! my girl!" Nannie, staring at her with horrified eyes, was silent.
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