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Mencke returned, dressed to go out and bearing a well-filled satchell in her hands. She had hastily gathered a few articles of comfort for her sister's use. Doctor Norton and his companion proceeded directly to Hughes street, where Mrs. Richardson welcomed Mrs.
"Indeed!" he said. "Then I must ask Master Crabtree Cudgel to lesson you." He advanced threateningly towards the terrified fellow, but long before he could reach him Dame Satchell had interposed her generous bulk between officer and private, not, however, as was soon shown, from any desire to intercede for the culprit. "Leave him to me, sir," she entreated, vehemently.
The ruddy dame nodded significantly as she closed thus cryptically her tables of praises. Brilliana uplifted her hands in a pretty air of wonder. "The phoenix," she sighed, "the paragon, the nonpareil of the buttery." Instantly her smiling face grew grave. "Well, it is not for us to praise him or blame him while he is on our hands. See that you give him good meals, Mistress Satchell."
Satchell's manner even as the words of it aped her matter, but the dame was too pleased with herself and the world to heed what it was that set the gentlemen laughing. "So, so," Radlett hummed approval. "Mrs. Satchell, will you ride with me to the King?" Mrs. Satchell dipped him a swimming reverence, but she shook her head decisively. "Your honor means well, but I cannot leave my lady.
Why, Gammer Satchell carries herself more soldierly." Timothy Garlinge grinned loutishly at this rebuke, but the fat dame whom Halfman's flourish indicated seemed to dilate with satisfaction. "It were shame," she chuckled, "if a handy lass could not better a lobbish lad." The impish lad grinned derision. "Ay," he commented; "but an old fool's best at her spits and griddles."
"Goody Satchell will vex me with praise of the Parliament man." By this time Brilliana had seated herself, observing her vehement shes with amusement. She turned a face of assumed gravity upon the elder. "So, so, Mistress Satchell, have you turned Roundhead all of a sudden?" Mrs. Satchell shook her head at Brilliana and her fist at Tiffany.
Brilliana was sympathetically swift to explain her astonishing handwoman. "Gentles," she said, "this is Mistress Satchell, who queens it in times of peace over my kitchen, but who has proved herself my very valiant adjutant during the siege." The dame bridled with pride.
Les Ruses innocentes by François Fortin, first published at Paris in 1600, and several times in later editions, is characterized by Messrs Westwood and Satchell as "on the whole the most interesting contribution made by France to the literature of angling." Albans. It was republished twice by Wynkyn de Worde, six or seven times by Copland, and some five times by other printers.
With face a rich crimson from chin to forehead, she made to hurl herself upon the leering, fleering mannikin, but was caught in the unbreakable restraint of neighbor Clupp's clasp. "You limb, I'll griddle you!" Mistress Satchell gasped, panting in the embracing arms. Halfman played the peace-maker with a sour smile. "There, there, goody," he expostulated; "youth will have its yelp."
Jolly, white loaves, a grinning boar's head, a pasty with a golden dome, a ham the color of a pink flower, and a dish of cold game tempted hunger where flagons of white wine and red wine tempted thirst. Halfman dismissed Mrs. Satchell and her satellites affably. "We can wait upon ourselves," he averred.
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