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Her whole attitude spoke depression as Carnaby stole up behind her. "See here, Cousin Robin, I can't bear to have you go on like this. Don't take Prettyman's trouble so to heart. We'll do something! I'll do something myself! I have a happy thought."
Do you want me to come wooing in a Prince Prettyman's dress from the masquerade warehouse, and to pay you compliments like Sir Charles Grandison? Do you want me to make you verses as in the days when we were when we were children? I will if you like, and sell them to Bacon and Bungay afterward. Shall I feed my pretty princess with bonbons."
Do you know that you're not in your own house do you know that we're in lodgings? What do you suppose the people will think of us? You needn't call out in that manner, for they can hear every word that's said. What do you say? "To be sure; anything for an excuse with you. Anything to stop my mouth. Miss Prettyman's to follow you here, and I'm to say nothing.
Then the groom and the housemaid and the cook, one after another, took occasion to slip out of the back-door, and poor Jane, who had really been the owner of the news, was left alone to answer the bell. Miss Walker found the two Miss Prettymans sitting together over their accounts in the elder Miss Prettyman's private room.
It is the sale of land at Wittisham which makes these improvements possible, advantages drawn from a painful necessity," and the iron woman almost sighed. "There won't be any sale of land at Wittisham, at least, not of Mrs. Prettyman's cottage," said Carnaby abruptly. "It is practically settled. The transfers only remain to be signed; you know that, Carnaby," said Lavendar curtly.
In a day or two I shall see another fine flourish in the paper, with a proposal for a branch from Eel-Pie Island to the Chelsea Bun-house. Give you a mile of rail, and I know you men you'll take a hundred. Well, if it didn't make me quiver to read that stuff in the paper, and your name to it! But I suppose it was Mr. Prettyman's work; for his precious name's among 'em.
Prettyman and her cottage, and the plum tree," she said to the boy quietly, and Lavendar nodded approval. "Prettyman's got the sack, hasn't she?" Carnaby enquired with a boy's carelessness. Robinette looked very grave. "My dear old nurse is to leave her cottage," she said with a quiver in her voice. "She's to lose her plum tree " "But of course she'll get compensation," cried Carnaby.
Then Miss Prettyman paused awhile, thinking what words of wisdom would be most appropriate in the present conjuncture. But words of wisdom did not seem to come easily to her, having for the moment been banished by tenderness of heart. "Come here, my love," she said at last. "Come here, Grace." Slowly Grace got up from her seat and came round, and stood by Miss Prettyman's elbow.
"How enchantingly quaint!" she cried. "William, you can go home; I shall return by the public ferry." William looked surprised but only replied, "Very good, ma'am." On warm summer afternoons the tiny square of Mrs. Prettyman's garden made as delightful a place to sit in as one could wish.
I don't see anything to laugh at, Mr. Caudle; but you think of anybody's face before your wife's. Oh, that's plain enough; and all the world can see it. I dare say, now, if it was Miss Prettyman's face now, now, Mr. Caudle! What are you throwing yourself about for? I suppose Miss Prettyman isn't so wonderful a person that she isn't to be named? I suppose she's flesh and blood. What? "Ha!
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