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You can eat um or leab um alone, Miss Caterpillar!" said little Pitapat, firmly. Capitola laughed. "Patty" she said, "you are worthy to be called my waiting maid!" "And Lors knows, Miss Caterpillar, if it was de wittels you was a-frettin' arter, you ought to a-told me before! Lors knows dere's wittels enough!"
"Now, Miss Caterpillar, ef you wants quint tart, an' pear sass, and baked cussets, an' all dem, you'll jest has to go an' wake Ole Mis' up, case dey's in her cubbed an' she's got the keys," said Pitapat. "Never mind, Patty, you follow me," said Capitola, going to the front hall door and beginning to unlock it and take down the bars and withdraw the bolts.
He had been expecting her any moment; he knew well she would come the instant her visitors left her free; he was listening, waiting for her step, and had heard Miss Sanford trip lightly up-stairs. Then came the soft, quick pitapat of her tiny feet along the hall and the frou-frou of the skirts, never yet could he hear it without a little thrill of passionate delight.
An immediate private consultation was the consequence, and the result was that the head groom came to Pitapat, told her that he was sorry, but that Miss Black's pony had fallen lame. The little maid went back with the answer. When she was gone the head groom, calling to his fellows, said: "That young gal ain't a-gwine to be fooled either by ole marse or we.
"Oh, on Saturday night when supper is over and the shades are pulled down and the lamp is lit in the parlor, and Robert is reading a big book with pictures in it, and the children, except the two eldest, are all asleep upstairs and it's raining outside, and you can hear the pitapat, pitapat of the drops on the window pane, then Miss Massey will be happy.
Then clasping her hands and raising her eyes to heaven, she fervently ejaculated: "Thank God oh, thank God that we are safe!" "Lors, miss, was we in danger?" "We are not now at any rate, Pitapat! Come along!" said Capitola, hurrying across the lawn toward the open fields. "Oh, my goodness, miss, where is yer-a-goin' of?
Among the edibles Pitapat had been careful to leave a small bottle of brandy, a pitcher of cream, a few eggs and some spice, saying to herself, "Long as it was Christmas time Miss Caterpillar might want a sup of egg-nog quiet to herself, jes' as much as old marse did his whiskey punch" and never fancying that her young mistress would require a more delicate lunch than her old master.
Condiment and Pitapat instead of Wool, who was supposed to be out in search of Capitola, but who was, in fact, fast asleep on the floor of a dry cellar. Meanwhile, where did this midnight hour find Capitola? On every side the aspect was the same, All ruined, desolate, forlorn and savage, No hand or foot within the precinct came To rectify or ravage!
"You may look at these goods, but you must not buy anything." "Lor' missus, why?" asked little Pitapat. "Because I want you to lay out all your money with my friend Mr. Crash at Tip-Top." "But after de good gemman has had de trouble?" said Pitapat. "He shall have his supper and a mug of ale and go on his journey," said Mrs. Condiment.
With the quickness of lightning she slipped the key in the key-hole and turned the lock, covering the whole with loud and angry railing against poor Pitapat, who silently wondered at this unhappy change in her mistress's temper, but ascribed it all to hunger, muttering to herself: "I'se offen hern tell how people's cross when dere empty!
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