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"She promised to call here at twelve-thirty, an' I was to meet her. But" here Tilda had to keep a tight hold on her voice "per'aps I'm early?" "It's close upon one o'clock," said Doctor Glasson, with a glance towards the mantelshelf. "What is your aunt's name, and her business?" "She's called Brown Martha Brown Mrs.
And so, counting the baby and the two children and the old steersman, whom they all addressed as "Father," and omitting 'Dolph and the sheep, they were twelve on board. The second and third boats had half a dozen rowers apiece. The second was steered by a wizened middle-aged man, Jan by name. Tilda learned that he was the shepherd.
But Parson Chichester is a discerning man, as well as an honest; and for some reason, although Tilda has long passed the normal age to be prepared for that rite, he has forborne to press her as yet even to be baptised. It will all come in time, he hopes; but he has a queer soul to deal with. If she come to it, she will come in her own time.
She called "Hepsy! Hepsy!" and an elderly serving-woman answered the summons. "Run, Hepsy, and fill the wash-house boiler," she commanded. Within twenty minutes two long wash-trays stood ready and steaming one for Tilda in the wash-kitchen itself, the other for Arthur Miles in a small outhouse adjoining; and while the children revelled in this strange new luxury, Mrs.
He expected very little from this; but Tilda somehow caught the knack after a few strokes, and for half a mile it helped them greatly. By this time they were both warm enough, but desperately tired. So far as they could judge, half of the distance was accomplished. They could certainly not work back against the breeze blowing more and more freshly off the land.
The hoot of a whistle presently confirmed her guess. 'Dolph was steering them steadily towards the sound; and a glow in the sky, right ahead and easily discernible, would have guided them even without his help. Tilda recognised that glow also. "And the best is, it means Bill," she promised. But they did not catch the tune itself until they were close upon the meadow.
Tilda called softly to the prisoners, and to her relief Arthur Miles answered out of the darkness, assuring her, albeit in a muffled voice, that they were both safe. "But what's the meanin' of it?" Tilda demanded again. "The igsplosion's the meanin' of it." "But there ain't been no explosh'n. And anyway," said Tilda, "you ain't tellin' me you been blown 'ere?"
'Gracious heavens! exclaimed Miss Squeers, clasping her hands with great dignity. 'What is this? 'Truth, ma'am, and nothing but truth, replied the artful Phib. 'What a situation! cried Miss Squeers; 'on the brink of unconsciously destroying the peace and happiness of my own 'Tilda.
He resumed his shovelling, and Tilda watched him for a while. "Nice dorg," said he, breaking off and throwing an affable nod towards Godolphus who, having attracted no attention by flinging himself on the grass with a lolling tongue and every appearance of fatigue, was now filling up the time in quest of a flea. "No breed, but he has points. Where did you pick him up?" "He belongs to a show."
But as the crush abated and they breasted the farther slope, Tilda made two discoveries; the first, that whereas a few minutes since the platform had held a company of people among its palms and fairy-lamps, it was now deserted; the second, that the mob at the winning-post had actually shouldered Miss Sally, and was carrying her in triumph towards the platform, with a brass band bobbing ahead and blaring See, the Conquering Hero comes!
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