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He recognized her equipage, not so much from its make or from the fat cob in the shafts, as from the figure of old Stuppeny dozing at Smiler's head. Old Stuppeny went everywhere with Miss Godden, being now quite unfit for work on the farm. His appearance was peculiar, for he seemed, like New Romney church tower, to be built in stages.
"So Joanna's going to run our farm for us, is she?" said the head man, old Stuppeny, "that'll be valiant, wud some of the notions she has. She'll have our pläace sold up in a twelve-month, surelye. Well, well, it's time maybe as I went elsewheres I've bin long enough at this job."
"She spicks short wud me," said old Stuppeny, "and I've töald her as she mun look around fur a new head man. This time I'm going." "She's a scold," said Broadhurst, "and reckon the young chap säaved himself a tedious life by dying." "Reckon her heart's broke," said Mrs. Tolhurst. "Her temper's broke," said Milly Pump.
To-day it'll do if you go into the kitchen and ask Grace to take a brush to your trousers and listen here!" she called after him as he shambled off "if she's making cocoa you can ask her to give you a cup." Grace evidently was making cocoa a habit she had whenever her mistress's back was turned for Stuppeny did not return for nearly a quarter of an hour.
Samuel Huxtable of Huxtable, Vidler and Huxtable, Solicitors, Watchbell Street, Rye, five pounds each for those farm hands in his employment at the time of his death, with an extra ten pounds to "Nathan Stuppeny, my carter, on account of his faithful services both to me and to my father.
"Hullo, Stuppeny you ain't coming along like that!" and Joanna's eye swept fiercely up and down his manure-caked trousers. "I never knew as I wur coming along anywheres, Miss Joanna." "You're coming along of me to the market. Surely you don't expect a lady to drive by herself?" Old Stuppeny muttered something unintelligible. "You go and put on your black coat," continued Joanna.
"I döan't take much count on her looks 'tis the cocoa I'm after, though it äun't often as the Lord God lets the dream stay till I've drunk my cup. Sometimes 'tis my daughter Nannie wot brings it, but most times 'tis just some unacquainted female." "Oh, you sorry old dog," said Wilson, and the table laughed deep-throatedly, or giggled, according to sex. Old Stuppeny looked pleased.
Elphick middling clever to make it sound as if it wur playing two different tunes at the same time." "Was that how it sounded?" asked Mrs. Tolhurst wistfully, "maybe they'll have it for the carols to-night." "Surelye," said old Stuppeny, "you'd never have carols wudout a harmonister. I'd lik myself to go and hear it, but doubt if I ull git so far wud so much good victual inside me."
Before they sat down there were introductions to Arthur Alce and to Luck and Broadhurst and Stuppeny and the other farm people.
"No, you won't not half so far," said Joanna briskly, "you stop at home and keep quiet after this, or you'll be having bad dreams to-night." "I never do but have one kind o' dream," said old Stuppeny, "I dream as I'm setting by the fire and a young gal brings me a cup of cocoa.
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