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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."
She was not a good scholar, and it took her some time to read the letter, a proceeding which she punctuated with such "Ohs" and "Ahs" and gaspings and "God bless my souls" as nearly drove the carpenter and his wife, who were leaning forward impatiently, to the verge of desperation. "Who's it from?" asked Mr. Tidger for the third time. "I don't know," said Mrs. Pullen.
"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.
Wiggett, considerately. "Gin and beer," said Mr. Miller, with the air of a specialist. "Bed's the best thing for it," said Mrs. Tidger, whose temper was beginning to show signs of getting out of hand. Mr. Tidger rose and looked awkwardly at his visitors; Mr. Wiggett got up, and pretending to notice the time, said he must be going, and looked at Mr. Miller.
The master of the Stella made no reply, but rising feebly, tottered to the side, and shook his fist at the launch as it headed for the shore. Doctor Carson, who had had a pious upbringing, kissed his hand in return. 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 read it through hastily, and then snatching the baby from her lap, held it out with both arms to her husband, and jumping up, kissed her sister heartily, patting her on the back in her excitement until she coughed with the pain of it. "You don't think it's a take-in, Polly?" she inquired. "Take-in?" said her sister; "of course it ain't. Lawyers don't play jokes; their time's too valuable.
Pullen, "and I shouldn't think anybody'd go to all that trouble and spend a penny to take in a poor thing like me." Mr. Tidger, throwing politeness to the winds, leaped forward, and snatching the letter from her, read it with feverish haste, tempered by a defective education. "It's a take-in, Ann," he said, his voice trembling; "it must be." "What is?" asked Mrs. Tidger, impatiently.
Tidger gazed at her open-mouthed, and taking advantage of that fact, blew out the candle to hide his discomposure. "What!" he said, blankly, "at 'er time o' life?" "Watch 'em to-morrer," said his wife. The carpenter acted upon his instructions, and his ire rose as he noticed the assiduous attention paid by his two friends to the frivolous Mrs. Pullen. Mr.
The larger Tidger children took the solids of their breakfast up and down the stone-flagged court outside, coming in occasionally to gulp draughts of very weak tea from a gallipot or two which stood on the table, and to wheedle Mr. Tidger out of any small piece of bloater which he felt generous enough to bestow. "Peg away, Ann," said Mr. Tidger, heartily.
"I don't know how," said his friend. "Tidger told me, but made me promise not to tell a soul. But I couldn't help telling you, Wiggett, 'cause I know what you're after." "Do me a favour," said the little man. "I will," said the other. "Keep it from Miller as long as possible. If you hear any one else talking of it, tell 'em to keep it from him. If he marries her I'll give you a couple of pints."
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