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"Did you really write that letter?" Mr. Spriggs winked again. Pebblesea was dull, and Mr. Frederick Dix, mate of the ketch Starfish, after a long and unsuccessful quest for amusement, returned to the harbor with an idea of forgetting his disappointment in sleep. The few shops in the High Street were closed, and the only entertainment offered at the taverns was contained in glass and pewter.
"I wish it was over," whispered his wife. "She'll break her heart if anything happens, and and Gus-sie will be out now in a day or two." "A gal can't 'elp what her uncle does," said Mr. Spriggs, fiercely; "if Alfred throws her over for that, he's no man." "Pride is his great fault," said his wife, mournfully. . "It's no good taking up troubles afore they come," observed Mr. Spriggs.
From the second day of their acquaintance he called Mr. Potter "Alf," and the young people listened with great attention to his discourse on "Money: How to Make It and How to Keep It." His own dealings with Mr. Spriggs afforded an example which he did not quote.
Spriggs; "if he does, we must try and get rid of 'im; and, if he won't go, we must tell Alfred that he's been to Australia, same as we did Ethel." His wife smiled faintly. "That's the ticket," continued Mr. Spriggs. "For one thing, I b'leeve he'll be ashamed to show his face here; but, if he does, he's come back from Australia. See? It'll make it nicer for 'im too.
'Huh! that's a Bible story. This ain't Sunday. Par never reads the Bible 'cept Sunday. I want 'em 'bout lions an' tigers, an' men tumblin' down mountains, and boys gettin' eaten by bears. 'What did you do when I was away, Lemuel? His lower lip protruded ominously. 'Ain't had nuthin'. Martha Spriggs don't hev any.
"No; telling my head clerk to send over a wedding-present for you," he said, his face softening under the eye of Mr. Spriggs. "I've got just the thing for you there. I can't see anything good enough over here." The young couple were warm in their thanks. "What did you mean, about your money?" inquired Mr. Spriggs, turning to his future son-in-law. "Nothing," said the young man, evasively.
'I'm sure he likes us both equally, Milly; he talked a great deal to you at Elverston, and used to ask you so often to sing those two pretty Lancashire ballads, I said; 'but you know when you were at your controversies and religious exercises in the window, with that pillar of the church, the Rev. Spriggs Biddlepen
The latter opened the front-door and passing out with Mr. Potter, held it slightly open. A penetrating draught played upon the exasperated Mr. Spriggs. He coughed loudly. "Your father's got a cold," said Mr. Potter, in a concerned voice. "No; it's only too much smoking," said the girl. "He's smoking all day long." The indignant Mr.
Price, who was about to take a slice of bread and butter, refrained, and, closing his eyes, uttered a faint moan. "I sha'n't last the night," he muttered. "That's just it," said Mr. Spriggs, eagerly. "You see, Ethel is going to be married in a fortnight, and if you died here that would put it off." "I might last longer if I was took care of," said the other, opening his eyes.
She had been working hard for years, and had received nothing but the barest necessaries in the way of clothing, purchased under Mrs Harding's economical eye. When Martha Spriggs came to take her place she would have her regular wages. Were hired helpers the only ones whose labour was deemed worthy of reward? Dresses and hats and boots and gloves.
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