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"'What'll ye have for tea, Leezur? says she. 'They ain't nothin' I likes so well, says I, ''s a mess o' codfish mixed up along o' eggs and thickenin'. Wal, Phoeby, she went eout, and she was gone a long time looked kind o' 's though I was gittin' into port. "'Nd thar I sot and sot; 'nd every minute 't I sot there I was gittin' surer somehow 't I was sightin' land.
By 'n' by, Phoeby, she comes in, and we sot deown together, 'nd I kep' takin' one help arfter another; for arfter what I'd been through I was goin' to make sure whether I'd got inter safe harbor or not. But deown she all went, slick as ile, an' nary bone nor sign o' bone anywheres. "'Phoeby, says I, 'ye've wrarstled, and ye've conquered! 'What on 'arth d'ye mean, Leezur? says she.
"What has its grandeur got to do with it?" was Mary Tynn's answer. She knew but little of French phrases. "Now, then, what for you stand there, with your eyes staring and your hands idle?" demanded Mademoiselle Benoite sharply, turning her attack on Phoeby. "If you'll tell me what to do, I'll do it," replied the girl. "I could help to put the things up, if you'd show me where to begin."
She must have spent the money like water." "So she did," acquiesced Phoeby. "She did nothing all day long but drive about from one place to another and choose pretty things. You should see the china that's coming over!" "I wonder Mr. Lionel let her," was the thoughtlessly-spoken remark of Tynn. And she tried, when too late, to cough it down. "He helped her, I think," answered Phoeby.
"I'm quite sure," persisted Mrs. Jacobs. "There was Phoeby and there was Harriet." "Nothing of the kind," repeated Malka. "Shmool had three sisters. Only two were in the deaf and dumb home." "Why, that, wasn't Shmool at all," Milly forgot herself so far as to say, "that was Block the Baker." "Of course!" said Malka in her most acid tone. "My kinder always know better than me."
While she stood, undecided what reply to make, wishing very much to express her decided opinion upon the extravagance she saw around her, yet deterred from it by remembering that Mrs. Verner was now her mistress, Phoeby entered with the chocolate. The girl put it down on the mantel-piece there was no other place and then made a sign to Mrs. Tynn that she wished to speak with her.
Mr. and Mrs. Verner had returned the night before, Mademoiselle Benoite and her packages making part of their train. A whole fourgon could not have been sufficient to convey these packages from the French capital to the frontier. Phoeby, the simple country maid whom Sibylla had taken to Paris with her, found her place a sinecure since the engagement of Mademoiselle Benoite.
But ye know when I jined the church forty year ago, there was a kind o' takkit agreement atween Parson Roe 'n' me 't I could sweer when I wastellin' that pertick'lar story. "Wal, the rute o' the matter was, 't as soon 's I was healed up inter some shape ag'in, I went and see Phoeby Hamlin she 't was." No need for personal explanation. Captain Leezur's tone! Mother Leezur's softly shrouded eyes!
"I know he bought some of that beautiful jewellery for her himself, and brought it home. I saw him kiss her, through the doorway, as he clasped that pink necklace on her neck." "Oh, well, I don't want to hear about that rubbish," tartly rejoined Tynn. "If you take to peep through doorways, girl, you won't suit Verner's Pride." Phoeby did not like the rebuff. She turned one way, and Mrs.
Go you down to the office, and order me a cup of chocolate, and wait you and bring it up to me. That maudite drogue, that coffee, this morning, has made me as thirsty as a panthère." Phoeby, glancing across at Mrs. Tynn, turned somewhat hesitatingly to pick her way out of the room. The housekeeper, though not half understanding, contrived to make out that the morning coffee was not approved of.
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