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Updated: June 10, 2025
He took it off and set it down on the table before him, and looked at it with his crosswise eyes. "When that auspicious hour, Sannie," he said, "shall have arrived, when, panting, I shall lead thee, lighted by Hymen's torch, to the connubial altar, then upon thy fair amaranthine finger, my joyous bride, shall this ring repose.
"Well, where are you going?" asked her companion. The girl crushed an ice-plant leaf between her fingers. "Tant Sannie is a miserable old woman," she said. "Your father married her when he was dying, because he thought she would take better care of the farm, and of us, than an English woman. He said we should be taught and sent to school.
"Yes, aunt. And pa said I ought to get married before shearing-time. It is bad if there's no one to see after things then; and the maids waste such a lot of fat." "When do you want to get married?" "Next month, aunt," said the young man in a tone of hopeless resignation. "May I kiss you, aunt?" "Fie! fie!" said Tant Sannie, and then gave him a resounding kiss.
I tell you, Trana," said Tant Sannie, "the man is mad with love of me. I told him the other night I couldn't marry till Em was sixteen, or I'd lose all the sheep her father left me. And he talked about Jacob working seven years and seven years again for his wife. And of course he meant me," said Tant Sannie pompously. "But he won't get me so easily as he thinks; he'll have to ask more than once."
At that instant her niece entered the room below, closely followed by Bonaparte, with his head on one side, smiling mawkishly. Had Tant Sannie spoken at that moment the life of Bonaparte Blenkins would have run a wholly different course; as it was, she remained silent, and neither noticed the open trap-door above their heads.
Bonaparte was displeased. But then a happy thought occurred to him. He suggested that the key of the loft should henceforth be put into his own safe care and keeping no one gaining possession of it without his permission. To this Tant Sannie readily assented, and the two walked lovingly to the house to look for it. Bonaparte Blenkins was riding home on the grey mare.
Her body was pierced through by innumerable thrusts, which I somehow instinctively recognised as assegai wounds. By her side lay Sannie, the little prattling girl of three, my constant playmate, whom I had instructed in cat's-cradle, and taught the tales of Cinderella and Red Riding Hood. My hand grasped the lollipops in my pocket convulsively. She would never need them. Nobody else was about.
When his aunt with the dropsy dies he'll have money enough to buy all the farms in this district." "Oh!" said Trana. That certainly made a difference. "Yes," said Tant Sannie; "and he's only forty-one, though you'd take him to be sixty. And he told me last night the real reason of his baldness."
Suddenly Gregory dropped the handle, and impressed a fervent kiss on the fat hand that guided the linen. "You are so beautiful, Em," said the lover. "It comes over me in a flood suddenly how I love you." Em smiled. "Tant Sannie says when I am her age no one will look at me; and it is true. My hands are as short and broad as a duck's foot, and my forehead is so low, and I haven't any nose.
He placed a sixpence in my palm, glancing about him on every side as he did so, like a conspirator. "What am I to buy with it?" I asked, much puzzled, and suspecting tobacco. Tant Mettie declared he smoked too much for a church elder. He put his finger to his lips, nodded, and peered round. "Lollipops for Sannie," he whispered low, at last, with a guilty smile.
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