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"Don't forgit to send your card when you are Mrs. Old Dr. Jacob!" "Indeed I shaan't. What's the name of the alley, and which bell?" The New York girl took out a memorandum-book as if to put it down. "Had n't you better let me write it for you, dear?" said the Boston girl. "It is as well to have it legible, you know." "Take it," said the New York girl.
"But you 'm certain it caan't be managed?" "Positive." "Then I've done all a man can. You'll bear witness I wanted to come, won't 'e?" "Oh yes, I'll take my oath o' that. I shaan't forget 'e." "All right. And if I'm sent here again, bimebye, I'll look out for you, and I hopes you'll be as pleasant inside as now." "I'll promise that. Shall be awnly tu pleased to make you at home.
"Us'll talk now. I be off by light. I 'edn' gwaine to stop no more. Faither sez I ban't no cheel o' his an' he doan't want to see my faace agen. Then he shaan't. I'll gaw to them as won't be 'shamed o' me: my mother's people." "Doan't 'e be in no tearin' hurry, Joan," said Mrs. Tregenza, thinking of the money.
"Don't forgit to send your card when you are Mrs. Old Dr. Jacob!" "Indeed I shaan't. What's the name of the alley, and which bell?" The New York girl took out a memorandum-book as if to put it down. "Had n't you better let me write it for you, dear?" said the Boston girl. "It is as well to have it legible, you know." "Take it," said the New York girl.
"God send as I'm makin' a mistake an' shaan't find nothin' 'tall," said Mrs. Tregenza to herself. And then she began her scrutiny. Thomasin saw that all things about Joan's room were neat, spotless, and in order.
"Come along with me, Joan," answered Uncle Chirgwin, straightening himself and applying his big handkerchief to her face. "God send the man'll be 'longside 'e right soon, as you sez. Till he do come, you shaan't leave me no more. Drift's home for you while you'm pleased to bide theer. An' I'll see your faither presently, though I wish 'twas any other man."
God forgive un, I shaan't not till we 'm man an' wife, anyway. Then I might. Give 'e up! Be I a chap as chaanges? Never never yet." Phoebe wept at these words and pressed Will to her heart. "'Tis strength, an' fire, an' racing blood in me to hear 'e, dear, braave heart. I was that weak without 'e. Now the world 's a new plaace, an' I doan't doubt fust thought was right, for all they said.
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