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But, wilt believe it, Tibbie, instead of skirts, 't was loose trousers, gathered at the ankle, we wore, and a fine to-do mommy made at first over the idea, till dadda said I might do as the other girls did; though indeed, Tibbie, 't is to be confessed I felt monstrous strange, and scarce enjoyed a dance through thought of them. And here let me relate that this was the ostensible reason for Mr.
That Tibbie intended to shirk the consequences of her misdemeanour was only too clearly proved to Janice, when later she went to her room to prink for supper, for lying on her dressing stand was the miniature. Shocked as Miss Meredith was at the sight, she lifted and examined the trinket. Bred in colonial simplicity, it seemed to the maid that she had never seen anything quite so exquisite.
But Tibbie breaks in upon his declamation by throwing wide the library door, and in marches a line of pale-faced ascetics, rigid of jaw, cold of eye, and exalted with that gloomy fervour which counts burning life's highest joy. Among them was the famous witch-hanger of after years, a mere youth then, but about his lips the hard lines of a spiritual zeal scarce differing from pride.
"Janice!" cried the person so challenged. "How lovely! Who Did Mr. Peale come to Greenwood?" "Not he. Who, think you, did it?" "I vow if I can guess." "Charles! "No!" gasped Tibbie, properly electrified. "Thee is cozening me." "Not for a moment," cried Janice, delightedly. "Tell me everything about all" was Tabitha's rapturous demand.
At last our visitor broke into an agitated whisper, and it was only when she stopped whispering, as she did now and again, that I ceased to hear her. "Though I should be struck deid this nicht," Tibbie whispered, and the sibilants hissed between her few remaining teeth, "I wasna sae muckle as speired to the layin' oot.
Maybe I'm ower blin' to hae the rheumatize; or to smell the auld weet thack whan there's been a scatterin' o' snaw or a drappy o' rain o' the riggin'!" "I didna want to anger ye, Tibbie. A' that ye say deserves attention. It would be a shame to lat an auld body like you " "No that auld, Maister Bruce, gin ye kent the trowth!"
"Weel, ye're no ower young to need to be ta'en guid care o' are ye, Tibbie?" Tibbie grunted. "Weel, to come to the pint. There's nae doobt the hoose wants a hantle o' doctorin'." "'Deed does't," interposed Tibbie. "It'll want a new door. For forbye 'at the door's maist as wide as twa ordinar doors, it was ance in twa halves like a chop-door.
We swept through some bare, bleak country before coming to the Yarrow, but the rover brought us back to gentle, cultivated land, with thoughts of her favourite Wordsworth for Mrs. James; and soon we came to a very famous place, Tibbie Shiels's Inn. I had never heard of it, but that doesn't take from its fame! Basil and Mrs.
'As thee is, I doubt not, I hear thee say. Saucy Tibbie Drinker!" At the very time that this account was being penned, some twenty miles away, a man was also writing, and a paragraph in his letter read:
I have so often conjured up all this as a vision, that now there is nothing to take me away from it, I can hardly feel it a reality." "Then I shall ring. Tibbie and the poor little Lord upstairs are substantial witnesses to the cares and troubles of real life." "Half-grown as yet, a child and vain, She cannot fight the fight of death. What is she cut from love and faith?"
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