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"Alas, carissima mia, to-morra you sall haf all! But dis place is so remote." "It is not remote," said Minnie. "It's close by roads and villages and things. Why, here is Ethel; she has been in a village where there are houses, and people, and as many chairs as she wants." "Oh, mees, eef you will but wait an' be patient eef you will but wait an' see how tender I will be, an' how I lof you."
Accordingly, as soon as Terry thought of this, he put it in practice. He began by shaking hands once more, and then said to them, "Me berry glad see you me sposy you berry hundy. Polly want a cracker. He sall hab penty mate den, so he sall. Did de naughty water boos um den?"
At fairs he play'd before the spearmen, And gaily graithed in their gear then, Steel bonnets, pikes, and swords shone clear then As ony bead; Now wha sall play before sic weir men, Since Habbie's dead! Elegy on Habbie Simpson.
Well, says I, stop one minute, dear, till I send old January out to see if any body is there; perhaps some o' neighbour Dearborne's cattle have broke into the sarce garden. January went out, tho' Sall say'd it was no use, for she knew the noise of the geese, they always kept close to the house at night, for fear of the varmin.
"'Sall up!" said Barton, grinning gamely. "I'm through. Asked 'em to send you in. Do something for me, Harber tha's right, ain't it Harber's your name?" "Yes. What is it, Barton?" Barton closed his eyes, then opened them again. "Doggone memory playin' tricks," he apologized faintly. "This, Harber. Black-leather case inside leather grip there by the wall. Money in it and letters.
I'm afraid of her." "Afraid o' pore Maaggie?" He took it in. He wondered. He thought he understood. "Maaggie sall goa. I'll 'ave anoother. An' yo sall 'ave a yooung laass t' waait on yo. Ef it's Maaggie, shea sall nat stand in yore road." "It isn't Maggie altogether." "Than for Gawd's saake, loove, what is it?" She sobbed. "It's everything. It's something in this house in this room."
'I'll chop you up as fine as mince meat, you villain, said he, 'if ever I catch you inside my door agin; mind what I tell you, YOU'LL SWING FOR IT YET. Well, he made himself considerable scarce arter that, he never sot foot inside the door agin, and I thought he had gin up all hopes of Sall, and she of him; when one night, a most particular uncommon dark night, as I was a-comin' home from neighbour Dearborne's, I heerd some one a-talkin' under Sall's window.
Well, then, you shall have it now that is, if all the company be agreeable." "Oh, yes," cried Mary; "pray tell us." "Would you like to hear it, sir?" "I never heard of Sall Sue in my life, and would fain hear her history," replied the Dominie; "proceed, friend Dux."
I was so vexed, I flung my tray and its contents on the ground; and then seated myself at the stairs'-head, hid my face in my hands, and cried. 'Ech! ech! exclaimed Joseph. 'Weel done, Miss Cathy! weel done, Miss Cathy! Howsiver, t' maister sall just tum'le o'er them brooken pots; un' then we's hear summut; we's hear how it's to be.
The gaze of horror quickly changed into one of alarm when he observed the shocked countenance of Sally, and he burst into uncontrollable tears. "Poor thing," said Brown, lifting him out of the mess and setting him on his legs. "Never mind, old man, I'll fetch you a better basketful soon. You clean him up, Sall, and I'll be back in a jiffy."
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