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Tapple! take a bit of wood an old skewer or something. Oh, they're coming out all right! That's it!" And she popped one of the pear- drops into her mouth. "They are really very good better than French fondants so much more innocent and refreshing!" Here she took possession of the little paper-bags which Mrs. Tapple had filled with the sweets. "Thank you, Mrs. Tapple!
Tapple carefully flattened them out, and set them on her narrow office counter. "Will you have a pencil, or pen and ink, Miss?" she enquired. "Pen and ink, please," replied Maryllia; whereat the old postmistress breathed a sigh of relief.
Tapple, breathing hard and curtseying profoundly to the 'future Dook' declared she ''adn't heard nothink, and ''adn't 'ad no orders. Miss Vancourt's letters and telegrams all went up to the Manor as usual. Whereupon, still guided by the astute Longford, Roxmouth so far obeyed Maryllia's parting suggestion as to go and 'kindly call' upon Lady Wicketts and Miss Fosby at the Manor itself.
"It's rather long," she said thoughtfully, as she finished it. "But for Gigue it is necessary to explain fully. I hope you can make it out?" Poor Mrs. Tapple quivered with inward agitation as she took the terrible telegram in hand, and made a brave effort to rise to the occasion. "Yes, Miss," she stammered, "Louis Gigue G.i.g.u.e., that's right yes at the Conservatory, Paris."
Two ounces of pear-drops for me, Mrs. Tapple, please! and one of brandy balls!" Mrs. Tapple bustled out of her 'Gove'nment' office, and came to the grocery counter to dispense these dainties. "They stick to the jar so," said Maryllia, watching her thoughtfully; "They always did. I remember, as a child, seeing a man put his finger in to detach them. Don't put your finger in, Mrs.
Maryllia's eyes opened a little more widely, like blue flowers wakening to the sun. This country clergyman's pronunciation of French was perfect, more perfect than her own trained Parisian accent. Mrs. Tapple clasped her dumpy red hands in a silent ecstasy of admiration. 'Passon' knew everything! "Is it right?" Walden repeated. Maryllia gave a little start. "Oh I beg your pardon!
Again Maryllia glanced at him, and again a little smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "I must pay for the telegrams," she said abruptly "Mrs. Tapple " "Yes, Miss I've written it all down," murmured Mrs. Tapple nervously "It's right, Mr. Walden, isn't it? If you would be so good as to look at it, bein' tuppence a word, it do make it different like, an' m'appen there might be a mistake "
This, as she saw the clergyman's tall athletic figure entering Mrs. Tapple's tiny garden, "Good-morning, Mr. Walden!" and as he raised his hat, she smiled graciously "I want to send off a French telegram, and I'm afraid it's rather difficult " A glance at Mrs. Tapple explained the rest, and Walden's eyes twinkled mirthfully. "Perhaps I can be of some use, Miss Vancourt," he said. "Shall I try?"
If any answers to my telegrams come from Paris, please send them up to the Manor at once. Good-morning!" "Good-morning, Miss!" And Mrs. Tapple, curtseying, pulled the door of her double establishment wider open to let the young lady pass out, which she did, with a smile and nod, Walden following her.
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