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"I wonder what she left it to me for?" "Didn't know what to do with it, I should think," said the carpenter, still staring openmouthed. "Tidger, I'm ashamed of you," said his wife, snatching her infant to her bosom. "I expect you was very good to her, Ann." "I never 'ad no luck," said the impenitent carpenter. "Nobody ever left me no money. Nobody ever left me so much as a fi-pun note."
"No, no," said the dealer; and then Mr. Tidger got up, and crossing the room, solemnly shook hands with him. "Money or no money, she'll make a good wife," he said. "I'm glad you're pleased," said the dealer, wondering at this cordiality. "I don't deny I thought you was after her money," continued the carpenter, solemnly. "My missus thought so, too." Mr.
He thought of Wiggett walking the earth a free man, and of Smith with a three-months' bill for twenty pounds. His pride as a dealer was shattered beyond repair, and emerging from a species of mist, he became conscious that the carpenter was addressing him. "We'll leave you two young things alone for a bit," said Mr. Tidger, heartily. "We're going out.
He thought of Wiggett walking the earth a free man, and of Smith with a three-months' bill for twenty pounds. His pride as a dealer was shattered beyond repair, and emerging from a species of mist, he became conscious that the carpenter was addressing him. "We'll leave you two young things alone for a bit," said Mr. Tidger, heartily. "We're going out.
After this neither of them was surprised to meet there again the next night, and indeed for several nights. The carpenter and his wife, who did not want the money to go out of the family, and were also afraid of offending Mrs. Pullen, were at their wits' end what to do. Ultimately it was resolved that Tidger, in as delicate a manner as possible, was to hint to her that they were after her money.
He gave up at the seventh game, and pushing back his chair, said that he thought Mrs. Pullen was the most wonderful draught- player he had ever seen, and took no notice when Mrs. Tidger, in a dry voice charged with subtle meaning, said that she thought he was. "Draughts come natural to some people," said Mrs. Pullen, modestly. "It's as easy as kissing your fingers." Mr.
The elders of the Tidger family sat at breakfast Mrs. Tidger with knees wide apart and the youngest Tidger nestling in the valley of print-dress which lay between, and Mr. Tidger bearing on one moleskin knee a small copy of himself in a red flannel frock and a slipper.
"Take your pick," said Mr. Miller. "You know Mrs. Pullen's got two thousand pounds " "Wiggett's going to have it," said the other; "he as good as told me so." "He's after her money," said the other, sadly. "Look 'ere, Smith, I want you to tell him she's lost it all. Say that Tidger told you, but you wasn't to tell anybody else. Wiggett 'll believe you." Mr.
"And old Wiggett?" persisted Mrs. Tidger. "Smoke his pipe," was the reply. "Why, what's the matter, Polly?" Mrs. Tidger sniffed derisively. "You men are all alike," she snapped. "What do you think Ann wears that pink bodice for?" "I never noticed she 'ad a pink bodice, Polly," said the carpenter. "No? That's what I say. You men never notice anything," said his wife.
His wife's elder sister shook her head, and passing the remains of her slice to one of her small nephews, leaned back in her chair. "No appetite, Tidger," she said, slowly. "You should go in for carpentering," said Mr. Tidger, in justification of the huge crust he was carving into mouthfuls with his pocket-knife. "Seems to me I can't eat enough sometimes. Hullo, who's the letter for?"
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