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We know Miss Slinkins, who incessantly frets because Miss Slurkins is better harnessed than she is, won't like it; and we presume the Simpkinses, who worry so much because the Perkinses live in a freestone-fronted house whilst theirs is only plain brick, won't like it also. But the measure would be a good one nevertheless. Never hunt Trouble.
Arbors, covered with pink Dorothy Perkinses, here and there by the curbside. And, worst of all, people sitting idle in the arbors. Idle! She wouldn't have cared so much, if the people had been busy even one of them. She fought herself. "I must be wrong. It can't be as silly as it looks! It can't!" She went home and found Petticoat waiting for her. "Like the burg, eh? Great stuff, what?
If for every "but" that destroys our plan of action there were ready always some better-succeeding plan, then might their conjunctive force seem more potent; as life goes, however, unhappily, they are not always so provided, and the English "but" takes on its Gallic significance, which leads the Frenchman to define it as meaning "the end." There was an object-lesson in store for the Perkinses.
And that was the object-lesson which a kindly fate gave to the Perkinses in time to prevent their engaging a French maid for the children. As to its value as a lesson, as to the value of its results, those who are familiar with French as spoken by nurse-instructed youths can best judge. I am not unduly familiar with that or any other kind of French, but I have ideas in the matter.
Sir that young lady is my niece, sir, my niece my name is Blades, sir. 2nd Gent. Well, Blades! smack your niece's shoulders: she deserves it, begad! she does. Come in, Jinks, present me to the Perkinses. Hullo! here's an old country acquaintance Lady Bacon, as I live! with all the piglings; she never goes out without the whole litter. Lady B. Leonora! Maria!
And I sez, "Dear Josiah, nobody that knows you can dispute it." Jane Olive kinder smiled and passed on, and I'dno but in Fancy I and the public may as well set down on the steps of Solomon's Temple, and I'll tell about who Jane Olive Perkins wuz. She wuz Jane Olive Gowdey, and married Samuel Perkins, old Eliphilet Perkinses second boy, and folks thought she done mizable when she married him.
"Did you think these were good?" she asked, giving her the verses. "Not so very," confessed Rebecca; "but it's hard to tell all by yourself. The Perkinses and the Cobbs always said they were wonderful, but when Mrs. Cobb told me she thought they were better than Mr. Longfellow's I was worried, because I knew that couldn't be true."
Burke was the one reliable man in town. It didn't make much difference what the Perkinses wanted done, they generally sent for Mr. Burke to do it, largely because when he attempted a commission he saw it through.
Allison soon came down, calling out to her to be ready when he came back with the car; but the delicious odors that had already begun to float out from the old kitchen made him lenient toward the idea of breakfast; and, when he came back with the full cut-out roaring the announcement of his arrival to the Perkinses, he was quite ready to wait a few minutes and eat some of Julia Cloud's flapjacks and sausages with maple-syrup and apple-sauce.
To which his nurse, standing behind his chair to relieve the Perkinses' maid of the necessity of looking after the Bradley hopefuls, replied: "'Ush, 'Arry, 'ush! Wite till yer arsked." Mrs. Bradley nodded approval to Harriet, and observed quietly to Mrs. Perkins that Harriet was such a treasure; she kept the children so well in subjection.
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