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Then, ere ever the feline could gather her wits, the old doe had descended upon her with an avalanche of blows punches they were with the forefeet, all over the head and the nose, where a cat hates to be hit and all so swiftly, so irresistibly, that that cat had never been given a chance to consider before she was stampeded into the night. It was the silver tabby's first experience of Mrs.
Emily had given up her situation in the Halifax school, at the expiration of six months of arduous trial, on account of her health, which could only be re-established by the bracing moorland air and free life of home. Tabby's illness had preyed on the family resources. I doubt whether Branwell was maintaining himself at this time.
"I think," he replied slowly, "that it was drawn with sympathetic ink. The heat of the burner brought it out into sight." What was it about? Elaine had gone to bed that night at Aunt Tabby's in the room which her old nurse had fixed up especially for her.
She continued to listen in wonder, then ran to Aunt Tabby's bedroom door, on the first floor, and knocked. Aunt Tabby woke up and shook Joshua. "Aunt Tabby! Aunt Tabby!" called Elaine. "Yes, my dear," answered the old nurse, now fully awake and straightening her nightcap. "Joshua!" Together the old couple came out into the living-room, still in their nightclothes, Joshua yawning sleepily still.
It was a very attractive little room with dainty chintz curtains and covers and for the first time in many weeks Elaine slept soundly and fearlessly. Down-stairs, in the living-room, Rusty also was asleep, his nose between his paws. The living-room was in keeping with everything at Aunt Tabby's, plain, neat, homelike. On one side was a large fireplace that gave to it an air of quaint hospitality.
A good neighbour of the Brontes a clever, intelligent Yorkshire woman, who keeps a druggist's shop in Haworth, and from her occupation, her experience, and excellent sense, holds the position of village doctress and nurse, and, as such, has been a friend, in many a time of trial, and sickness, and death, in the households round told me a characteristic little incident connected with Tabby's fractured leg.
Rusty was looking straight at the fireplace. Elaine listened. Sure enough, she heard strange noises. Was that Aunt Tabby's "haunt"? Whatever it was, it sounded as if it came up from the very depths of the earth. She could not make out just what it sounded like. It might have been some one striking a piece of iron, a bolt, with a sledge. What was it?
Being too lazy to jump, she walked up the shelves of an old flower-stand moulding in a corner, and by so doing, gave Rosy a brilliant idea, which she at once put into action by following Tabby's example. Up this new sort of ladder she went, and peeped over the wall, delighted at this unexpected chance to behold the enemy's territory.
It was nightfall before we arrived with Elaine at Aunt Tabby's. We entered the living-room and Elaine introduced us both to Aunt Tabby and her husband. It was difficult to tell whether Elaine's old nurse was more glad to see her than the faithful Rusty who almost overwhelmed her even after so short an absence. In the midst of the greetings, I took occasion to look over the living-room.
"An' the big cake has got pink frostin' on top of it, an' my dolly has got on her best dress 'cause she knew you was comin', an' I've kept askin' Aunt Prudence all day what time it was, an' how long it would be 'fore you'd be here, an' Tabby's got a ribbon on her neck, an' the house an' barn has been painted, an' the cars an' engine ride behind our barn now, an' I guess that's all," said Prue, with a sigh, as if regretting that there was so little news.
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