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This here Estate was the only estate in England or anywhere where you could pick up a house, a house built in an up-to-date style with all the modern improvements, for thirteen shillings a week. And Ranny with a fine shrewdness posed him. "Yes, but what about rates and taxes?" They were included.
If she tells you she can't do it, don't believe her." "I say, I didn't know there'd been any trouble of that sort." "That's all the trouble there's been," the doctor said. And he entered on a brief and popular exposition of the subject, from which Ranny gathered that Violet was flying in the face of that Providence that Nature was.
"Why," said Winny, counting them off on her fingers, "you've got a father and a mother and new tires to your bike. "It is a tidy tie," Ranny admitted, smiling because of the buttercups. "But me hat's a bit rocky." "Quite a good hat," said Winny, looking at it with her little head on one side. "And you've won the silver cup for the Wandsworth Hurdle Race. What more do you want?"
So preoccupied was she with these disturbing reflections that she almost forgot the real business in hand until she stood on her own doorstep waiting to be admitted. "Old Miss says for you to come up to her room the minute you git in," Hannah said, with an ominous note in her voice. "What's the matter, Hannah? Uncle Ranny?" "Lord, no, honey! Mr. Ranny's behavin' himself like a angel.
They went to the Agent, not because they could afford to take a house, but just for curiosity, just to say they'd been, just to supply Ranny with that information that he craved for, now that the passion of the house hunt was upon him. "No good going," said Violet. "The rent will be something awful why, that pillar alone " And Ranny, too, said he was afraid the rent wouldn't be any joke.
Tell you what, I'll make you a cup of tea." "No, Ranny, don't. I'd rather not." She rose, and yet she did not go. He had never known Winny so undecided. Then suddenly she stooped. On the floor of the hearth rug she had caught sight of some bits of blue silk left from Violet's sewing.
At the phrase, more frequent in his mother's mouth than ever, Ranny drew in his lips for a whistle; but instead of whistling he said, "Poor old Humming-bird." "It's one of His bad ones," said Ranny's mother. He raised the flap of the counter, and they went through. He turned up the gas so that the outlines of things asserted themselves and the labels on the white jars gave out their secret gold.
It seemed as if she had arranged it so that Ranny should be the only one. For Winny had divined her friend's disastrous temperament even while she maintained hotly that there was no harm in her. And she had almost quarreled with Maudie because the proud beauty had said, "Well, you'll see." Winny knew nothing about Violet and the foreman.
"That's all right," he said, feebly. He turned as if to go; but she recalled him. "There's one thing you could do," she said. "What's that? I'll do anything." "Well You can let me come over Saturdays and Sundays sometimes and look after Baby while you take Violet somewhere." He said nothing, and she went on. "If I were you, Ranny, I'd take her somewhere every week. I'd get her out all I could."
Why, my Missis there could turn out your little doll-'ouse in a hour. Don't you take no gentlemen lodgers. Don't you let her do it, Randall, my boy, or there'll be trouble." The advice came too late. That very evening Violet informed her husband that she had let the rooms. And while Ranny raged she assured him that it was all right. She had done exactly what he had told her.
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