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"I think if you were to see dear Mistah Petahs and ask him to come along the alley-way and speak to me. He is so gentle, so sympathetic, he might suggest something, dear." "Um," said Marcella, thinking of Jimmy. But she fetched Mistah Petahs who came with voluble and pleased sympathy. He stood at the door of the cabin smiling fatuously. Mrs.
"Losing my dear husband, and he losing his wife it's a bond, isn't it? And I feel so sorry for a poor man with a child to bring up." "Um " said Marcella doubtfully. "It's sweet of you to mother the little fellow, dear. He must be a great trouble to poor Mistah Petahs! I have two little darlings, but I find that boarding school suits them much better than being with me.
Marcella, who had stood frowning and puzzled, was now pressed into the service. "I think, dear, when Mistah Petahs comes back I could manage a little bread and butter only the butter is so nasty." "Would you like jam?" said Marcella helpfully, liking jam herself. The thought of jam made Mrs. Hetherington feel faint. "No, I'll have bread and butter. Get me two slices, dear thin.
I can see that you're different from most of the passengers they're so common so terribly common. I've regretted very much that I came third class. It wasn't that I wanted to save money, you know," her voice twittered to little inarticulacies. "Most of the people are very interesting," said Marcella. "I find poor Mistah Petahs interesting, very," said Mrs. Hetherington, pressing Marcella's arm.
Hetherington gave a little horrified shriek as she saw the tip of his toe over the threshold. "No, no, naughty boy! You mustn't come in here! I'm shocked." "Are you ill?" he asked in a deeply pained voice. "My poor, poor head, Mistah Petahs! That champagne last night brought everything back dear George and all our happiness." "Oh, I say," murmured Mr. Peters. "I feel so ill, so terribly ill.
I never let dear Mistah Petahs put more than the tip of his shoe over my doorway. And as for going into his cabin My dear! There is no need to provoke scandal; you will learn as you grow older to do things more discreetly." "Discreet! I hate the word! And Careful! I couldn't be careful!" she cried hotly, but Mrs.
"Oh you sound so fierce, Mistah Petahs! Which dog? When?" she asked guilelessly. "I'll get it you lie back, little lady, and rest your pretty head." She lay back, with swimming eyes. He went half a step along the alley-way. "Mistah Petahs," she called faintly. He came back, assiduous. "On ice," she murmured. He nodded and went. "So kind so sympathetic," murmured Mrs. Hetherington with closed eyes.
It appeals to all that is best and chivalrous in a man." A fragile voice at his elbow said, "Mistah Petahs," and he turned hurriedly towards it. Marcella said, "Pooh!" loudly and very rudely and turned to Jimmy. "Do you like cake?" she asked. "Rather! Gran gives me cake." "Well, you come with me into my little house after tea and we'll have some. What number is your little house?" "Fifteen."
She and Louis had bought a teapot at Gibraltar, solemnly paying half each and sharing the responsibility for the sacrifice of the other one. "No, I don't think I could drink tea. What do you think I could have? You know, my dear, it was champagne that upset me like this! Mistah Petahs and I had a small bottle last night and it brought everything back."
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