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You won't deny that you have been what you call `spoony, in your abominable slang, eh, Frank?" she repeated, with a knowing glance from her beady black eyes. "Pay her attention, Miss Pimpernell," I said impetuously. "Good heavens! Why, at one time I would have died for her, and let my body be cut into little pieces, if it would only have done her any good!"
I'm positively in love with her, and I'm sure you will like her. They are very nice people indeed, my boy, and thorough acquisitions to our little society." "I only hope so, Miss Pimpernell," sighed Lady Dasher; "but appearances, you know, are so deceitful sometimes." "Ah!" ejaculated Miss Spight, "handsome is as handsome does!
Ah, I know, Frank, who has put all this nonsense in your head! It is that gossiping old Shuffler. I'll give him a lecture when I next catch him," and she shook her fist comically in the air, to the intense wonderment of Miss Spight, who was crossing the road. "But, mind, I didn't tell you so, Miss Pimpernell. Don't tell him that I repeated what he said?" "Stuff and nonsense," she said.
"Dear me," said Miss Pimpernell, "I believe you are right, for, there are the midges dancing, too! I hope none of you girls will get your new bonnets spoilt! But, you needn't be alarmed, my dears," she added to reassure us, "it is certain not to come down before morning, if you will take an old woman's word for it." "You may believe Sally, and set your minds at ease," said the vicar.
She was never in the habit of "beating about the bush;" but always spoke out straight, plump and plain, to the point. "Really, my boy," she continued, "I think there is no excuse for your acting so strangely to the poor little girl, after all your attentions and long intimacy!" "But, Miss Pimpernell," I commenced; however, she quickly interrupted me.
"Miss Pimpernell," I continued, in a determined voice, "I have had tea enough to-night to last me for a twelvemonth! I can't bear this any longer. You must introduce me to Mrs Clyde. I have never been able as yet to make her acquaintance, and I want to go to her house as Horner does, and that fellow Mawley."
Little Miss Pimpernell was quite a different sort of body altogether to Miss Spight. Every one who knew her, or ever saw her kindly face, loved her and venerated her. She was the very impersonification of good-nature, good-will, and good action.
Really, if it had not been for the kind contrivances of dear little Miss Pimpernell, I don't think we would have met for a long, long time, at all.
Prior, however, to my reaching this haven of rumour, I met little Miss Pimpernell. She was trotting along, with a basket on her arm, according to her usual wont when district visiting. "Hi! Frank," she exclaimed, on seeing me. "What is the matter with you now? Why, my dear boy, you've got a face as long as my arm, and look the picture of misery!"
"Yes, I do, you cross old thing!" said the seraph, shaking her golden locks and laughing saucily; "and I remember also that your `favourite Herrick' says something else about one's `gathering rose-buds whilst one may." "You naughty girl!" said Miss Pimpernell, trying to look angry and frown at her; but the attempt was such a palpable pretence that we all laughed at her as much as the delinquent.
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