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"Looks like it," said Mrs. Pullen, feebly. "What is it?" screamed Mrs. Tidger, wrought beyond all endurance. Her husband turned and regarded her with much severity, but Mrs. Tidger's gaze was the stronger, and after a vain attempt to meet it, he handed her the letter. Mrs.
"She allus walks like that," said Mr. Miller, in a tone of surprised reproof. "It's in the family," said the carpenter, who had been uneasily watching his wife's face. "Both of you seem to notice a lot," said Mrs. Tidger; "much more than you used to." Mr. Tidger, who was of a nervous and sensitive disposition, coughed again. "You ought to take something for that cough," said Mr.
"How old should you say Ann is now?" persisted the watchful Tidger. Mr. Wiggett shook his head. "I should say she's about fifteen years younger nor me," he said, slowly, "and I'm as lively as a cricket." "She's fifty-five," said the carpenter. "That makes you seventy, Wiggett," said Mr. Miller, pointedly. "I thought you was more than that. You look it." Mr. Wiggett coughed sourly.
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.
"She allus walks like that," said Mr. Miller, in a tone of surprised reproof. "It's in the family," said the carpenter, who had been uneasily watching his wife's face. "Both of you seem to notice a lot," said Mrs. Tidger; "much more than you used to." Mr. Tidger, who was of a nervous and sensitive disposition, coughed again. "You ought to take something for that cough," said Mr.
"If you don't send them two old fools off, I will." "Don't you like 'em to see Ann wearing pink?" inquired the mystified Tidger. Mrs. Tidger bit her lip and shook her head at him scornfully. "In plain English, Tidger, as plain as I can speak it," she said, severely, "they're after Ann and 'er bit o' money." 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.
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.
"It's a poor place, but nice, and we'll play draughts every evening. When shall it be?" "When you like," said Mrs. Pullen, in a faint voice. "I'll put the banns up to-morrow," said the dealer. Mrs. Tidger's lady friend giggled at so much haste, but Mrs. Tidger, who felt that she had misjudged him, was touched. "It does you credit, Mr. Miller," she said, warmly.
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