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Tams, but was ready to be convinced that such as he wanted lived only in his fancy. Moreover, he liked Mrs. Tams, and would occasionally flatter her by a smack on the shoulder. So in the April dusk Mrs. Tams stood in the windy lobby, and was full of vanity and the pride of life.
"Hm!" murmured Rachel. "That may be all very well for Mrs. Tams...." A moment later she said "It's always like that with Wason's shops for the first week or two!" And her faintly sarcastic tone of a shrewd housewife immediately set Wason in his place Wason with his two hundred and sixty-five shops, and his racing-cars, and his visits to kings and princes.
Tarn's virgin stonework, and with two haughty black footmarks he instantly ruined it. The tragedy produced no effect on Mrs. Tams. And indeed nobody in the Five Towns would have been moved by it. For the social convention as to porticoes enjoined, not that they should remain clean, but simply that they should show evidence of having been clean at some moment early in each day.
There might be other blue Tams in the town but she did not remember to have seen many in light blue except Miss Arnold's. Somehow, Mrs. Dane had never taken to her cordially like Miss Arran and the teachers. Mrs. Barrington was much distressed. She had become warmly interested in Lilian. She had smiled a little over Mrs. Dane's strictures.
He bumped down on the oak chest, and took a long breath. "But you are frightfully hurt!" she exclaimed. She could not properly see his face for the bandages. Mrs. Tams appeared. Rachel murmured to her in a flash "Go out the back way and fetch Dr. Yardley at once." She felt herself absolutely calm. What puzzled her was Louis' shouting.
She was now coming into the parlour with the tray for high tea. No wonder that Rachel started. Here was the first onset of the outer world. Mrs. Tams came in, already perfectly transformed from a mother, mother-in-law, and grandmother into a parlour-maid with no human tie. "Good-afternoon, Mrs. Tams." "So ye've got back, ma'am!" While Mrs.
Rachel softened as the day passed. She ate a good dinner at one o'clock, with Mrs. Tams in the kitchen, one or the other mounting at short intervals to see if Mrs. Maldon had stirred. Then she changed into her second-best frock, in anticipation of the doctor's Sunday afternoon visit, strictly commanded Mrs. Though her breathing had become noiseless again, Mrs. Maldon still slept.
What is she to you?" "She ain't not'in' to me. But I seen you plenty tams an' you ain't no good." Rouletta spoke intelligibly for the first time: "I've no place to go no place to sleep. I'm very tired." "There you've got it," the girl's self-appointed protector grinned. "Well, I happen to have room for her in my tent."
"There are many Tams now in this parish," wrote his father in 1801, "even a part of it is named St. Thomas, all in compliment to our Tom." At the time of his father's death in 1802, a boy of fifteen, Tom was attending the Edinburgh High School.
At a little after six o'clock, when the rare chapel-goers had ceased to pass, and the still rarer church-goers were beginning to respond to distant bells, Mrs. Tams informed her that tea was ready for her in the parlour, and she descended and took tea, utterly alone. Mrs.
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