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An' gin ye mak ither thrippence a week oot o' that, ye'll be turnin' the wather that He sent to ca my mill into your dam; an' I doot it'll play ill water wi' your wheels." "Hoot, hoot! Tibbie, woman! It gangs sair against me to appear to be hard-hertit." "I hae nae doobt. Ye dinna want to appear sae.
Every time Jess paused to think she cried up orders, such as "Dinna call her Tibbie, mind ye. Always address her as Mistress Curly." "Shak' hands wi' baith o' them, an' say ye hope they're in the enjoyment o' guid health." "Dinna put yer feet on the table." "Mind, you're no' to mention 'at ye kent they were in the toon." "When onybody passes ye yer tea say, 'Thank ye."
I know he'll well, he'll be abrupt and and excited, and will his sentences will not be well thought out before-hand. Now Penrhyn would have spoken at length and feelingly. 'T would have been monstrously enjoyable." "At least thee'll find out who Thalia is." "Oh, Tibbie, I fear me I sha'n't dare. I tried to ask Mr.
Na, they mak's think it's the Sabbath." Ten minutes afterwards I went downstairs to see how the preparations were progressing. Fresh muslin curtains had been put up in the room. The grand footstool, worked by Leeby, was so placed that Tibbie could not help seeing it; and a fine cambric handkerchief, of which Jess was very proud, was hanging out of a drawer as if by accident.
Tibbie's blind face was turned towards the sun; and her hands were busy as ants with her knitting needles, for she was making a pair of worsted stockings for Annie against the winter. No one could fit stockings so well as Tibbie. "Wha's that comin', lassie?" she asked. Annie, who had heard no one, glanced round, and, rising, said, "It's Thomas Crann." "That's no Thomas Crann," rejoined Tibbie.
Around Tibbie and Annie however the daisies were shining back to the sun, confidently, with their hearts of gold and their rays of silver. And the butter-cups were all of gold; and the queen-of-the-meadow, which grew tall at the water-side, perfumed the whole region with her crown of silvery blossom.
She took from her trunk a handkerchief and unwrapping it, produced the unset miniature. "He let me keep it," she said. "How mighty wonderful!" again exclaimed Tibbie, growing big-eyed. "Who " "Furthermore, and in continuation, as Mr. McClave always says after his ninthly," airily interrupted Janice, drawing from her bosom the portrait of herself. "Who 's that, Tibbie Drinker?"
It was a rich scene when Rachel began giving her directions out of 'Hints for the Management of Infants, just in the old voice, and Tibbie swept round indignantly, 'His Lordship, Lord Keith of Gowanbrae, suld hae the best tendance she could gie him.
Jess slept for the first time for many days, and as the night was dying Tibbie fell asleep too. Hendry had been better than usual, lying quietly, Tibbie said, and the fever was gone. About three o'clock Tibbie woke and rose to mend the fire. Then she saw that Hendry was not in his bed. Tibbie went ben the house in her stocking-soles, but Jess heard her. "What is't, Tibbie?" she asked, anxiously.
Within two days Annie became her constant companion that is, from the moment the play commenced. "I tell't ye I wad hae the licht afore lang," she said the first time Annie came to her. "Hoots, Tibbie! It's only an ill caud an' a host," said Annie, who from being so much with her and Thomas had caught the modes of an elderly woman. "Ye maunna be doonhertit." "Doonhertit!
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