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Updated: May 25, 2025
Excuse my breaking into the conversation, but no one has had the manners to introduce me. My name is Daphne Hillis, but no one ever calls me anything but Taffy on account of my hair." It was a long speech, but the speaker took twice as long as was necessary to say it; her slow drawl held a hint of laughter, and her voice sounded warm and furry. Janet looked at her and laughed without meaning to.
The moon was just rising at the end of the mill-dam behind them, and its light fell on her profile. He cried out, "Yes, Ellen, do you do you?" She nodded her head and spoke quickly, "That was the time you got your hands stuck in the taffy and had to be soaked out." They laughed. John tried to get the moment back. "Do you remember the rubber ring I gave you?"
Now Humility had spoken, and still stood, with her eyes resting on the trunk. Beneath its lid, she knew, and on top of Taffy's books and other treasures, lay a parcel wrapped in tissue paper a dog collar with the inscription "Honoria from Taffy."
To Taffy it seemed an endless time, to the crowd but a few moments before the brute mass swung clear. A few thrust their torches down towards the pit where the sailor knelt. Taffy did not look, but gave the word to pass down the coffin which had been brought in readiness.
Lizzie glided like a shadow into the dark lane as the trample of hoofs drew close, and the rider pulled up beside the door. "You're working late, I see. Is it too late to make a shoe for Aide-de-camp here?" It was Honoria. She dismounted and stood at the doorway, holding her horse's bridle. "No," said Taffy: "that is, if you don't mind the waiting."
But I don't go by Mendarva's shop that's where you work though 'tis the shortest way; because there's a woman buried in the road there, with a stake through her, and I'm a terrible coward for ghosts." She paused as if expecting him to say something; but Taffy was staring at a "neck" of corn, elaborately plaited, which hung above the mantel-shelf. And just then Mrs. Joll entered the kitchen.
"'Daniel Mulcahey Watson, what wud you like? she says, and Danny ups and says, 'Chockaluts and candy men and taffy and curren' buns and ginger bread, and she had every wan of them." "'Robert Roblin Watson, him as they call Bugsey, what would you like? and 'Patrick Healy Watson, as is called Patsey, what is your choice? says she, and "
About 10.30 p.m. the cart and Taffy were brought round; I had all my things in and was about to mount when, the pony fidgeting to be off, my friend's groom caught at the rein, but he had omitted to buckle it on one side of the bit. In an instant pony and trap had disappeared, and the man was lying in the drive with a broken leg.
The neighbors who came in to buy their bacon, and fresh eggs, and candles, and tea, remarked that Hannah had no longer a cheery word and a pleasant smile to give them, and the children, when they tumbled out their halfpennies and asked for "a little piece of taffy, please, ma'am," noticed that Hannah's eyes had red rims round them, and they wondered if she was naughty, and that was why she cried.
I'm too lazy, and it doesn't seem worth while.... And, oh, we are exploited, women who are on jobs. The bosses give us a lot of taffy and raise their hats but they don't raise our wages, and they think that if they keep us till two G.M. taking dictation they make it all right by apologizing.
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