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Maybe we'll get promoted to the folding-room soon, and it will be much nicer there." "It isn't a bit nicer. It's work anywhere, and I hate work. I never mean to do a bit of it that I can help. Ma says pa'll have money enough to make us all rich, and I want to be a lady." "Ma" had been a factory-girl herself, which was perhaps one reason why Bertie despised the business.
I know how to toast now, and how to boil eggs, and make shortcake, and stew rhubarb, but papa would get tired of those if he didn't have any thing else, I am afraid." "You and your Pa'll go pretty hungry, I guess, if there's no one but you to do the cooking," muttered Wealthy. "Well, what would you like to learn?" "Is bread easy to make? I'd like to learn that."
Indeed I don't know now, 'ow we ever got on without 'er. Yes, it's you I'm talkin' about, miss, singin' yer praises, an' you needn't get as red as if you'd bin up to mischief! Pa'll say as much for you, too." "That I will!" said Mr. Beamish, opening his mouth for the first time except to put food in it. "That I will," and he patted Polly's hand. "The man as gits Polly'll git a treasure."
Boys been a drinkin'. Jim, he's dead. Andy's not hurt much. They hev taken him to the Cou't House. "That was all. The child-woman's expression scarcely changed. The man sat his horse quietly, then with the words, 'Yo pa'll be down some time this mawnin' afte' ye, he turned and rode up the creek.
We've got a fullin'-mill and a grist-mill on it now. They'd think everything of it in your country." "There's just one meetin'-house in it. That's where your pa'll preach if our folks conclude to hire him a spell. The land's about all taken up, though it hain't reached the highest point of cultivation yet.
"No, my dear," the latter would say, "do you just leave these things to me. If there a'n't help enough in the house to do the work, your pa'll get 'em; and as for overseein', one's better than two."
The children all crowded around to see the little lady in a silk bonnet holding a button-hole bouquet to her bosom. "Ain't she a ducky dilver!" said the oldest boy. "Pa'll be pleased, for he don't see things much. Has to keep abed all the time." Mr. Brooks tried to smile, and Flyaway whispered to Maria, with sudden pity, "Sorry he's sick. Has he got to stay sick?
"I'm afraid Pa'll niver loike it, sir," she said. "Like it?" exclaimed Alfred in high feather, and he himself closed her red little fingers over the bill, "he's GOT to like it. He'll GROW to like it. Now you run along," he concluded to Maggie, as he urged her toward the door, "and tell him what I say." "Yes, sir," murmured Maggie, far from sharing Alfred's enthusiasm.
Evelyn had developed a sudden ambition to be a dressmaker, Marguerite had a new admirer. Pa, Mrs. Cox said, was awful cross and cranky. Julia, with a premonition of trouble, asked for Chester. "He's fine; he's the only one Pa'll speak to," her grandmother said, unexpectedly. "Oh," said Julia eagerly, "he's here?" "Sure, he come back," Mrs. Cox assured her indifferently. "He's got good work."
Beebe, tickled to death to see their delight; "it looks beautiful, I declare! and now, I must run right along, or pa'll be worrying;" and so the good woman trotted out to her waiting husband, who was impatient to be off. Mr. Beebe kept a little shoe shop in town; and always being of the impression if he left it for ten minutes that crowds of customers would visit it.
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