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Says she, 'When I married Tom, says she, 'I was on the twitter for a good month. It's awful to think as your poor ma's so near the brink for that's 'ow Mrs. Ross speaks o' matrimony." "Please be quick, Tildy, and go," said Maggie in a determined voice. Matilda cleared the table, but before she would take her departure she required definite instructions with regard to dinner, tea, and supper.
Ross remarked that as elegant women before now had become widows in no time. Tildy shuddered, and said that Mrs. Ross should not say things of that sort. Mrs. Ross replied that she invariably spoke the truth, and then returned to her dismal kitchen. Meanwhile Martin and Mrs. Howland were driven swiftly in the direction of Hyde Park.
Her modest request for sixty pounds a year did not seem unreasonable. He thought and thought, and the more he thought the more inclined he felt to give Maggie her way. When he arrived at Mrs. Ross's house he did not look quite as cheerful as usual. He went upstairs, as Tildy expressed it, "heavy-like"; and although both she and Mrs.
Ain't never seen anybody wear better than you do, that I ain't!" And Tildy looked admiringly at the lady before her. "And there never was anybody who could waste words like you do. If you don't stop eating all that sweet stuff they tell me you live on you'll be dead before you're ready for judgment, and too fat to get through gates of any kind. I want to know about the things for lunch.
Agnes said, therefore, in a polite and superior tone, "Step in, will you, miss? and I will find out if Miss Howland is in." Tildy stepped into the hall, feeling, as she expressed it, "dream-like and queer all over." She did not dare to sit down, but stood on the mat, gazing with her bright, inquisitive eyes at the various things in this new world in which she found herself.
It was like a gust of wind from a summer garden. The table, but now so bare, fairly sagged and steamed with offerings of Thanksgiving. Somehow the steam got into Eph's eyes and made them wet, till all he could do was to say whimsically: "There goes my last chance at a bread-and-milk Thanksgiving." But now Aunt Tildy had the floor, with her faded face all alight.
Aunt Tildy wept at this, and Fisherman Jones and the inventor looked blank enough, but there was no sorrow in the countenance of Eph. He cheered Aunt Tildy, and he cracked jokes that made even Fisherman Jones laugh. "Why, bless you!" he said, "ever since I was a boy I've been looking for a chance to make a Thanksgiving dinner out of bread and milk. And now I've got it.
I am afraid there's no use in asking you to stay, as Miss Howland is very much occupied just now." "Very well, miss, I've delivered my message faithful." "You have." As Aneta spoke she herself opened the hall-door. "Good-day, miss," said Tildy, dropping another curtsy, "and I wishes you well." "Good-day," replied Aneta.
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