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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Mars John," excitedly exclaimed Aunt Tildy, as she pantingly rushed into a fire-engine house, "please, suh, phonograph to de car-cleaners' semporium an' notify Dan'l to emergrate home diurgently, kaze Jeems Henry sho' done bin conjured!
We always listen on the stairs for 'im to greet your ma. We like 'im, that we do." "I have an old dress in my trunk, Tildy, which I will give you. You can manage to make it look quite nice for your new post as parlor-maid at Laburnum Villa. But now go, please; for I must be alone to think." Tildy went. She crept downstairs to the kitchen regions. There she met Mrs. Ross.
She neglected the pudding, she forgot the pies, and she let the turkey bake and bake in the overheated oven while she fretted about that clock; and when it was finally set going, after long and careful investigation by Eph, and frantic but successful attempts on the part of Aunt Tildy to keep the heaven-born inventor from ruining it forever, it was the dinner hour. Poor Aunt Tildy!
Does you know, missie, that he's arsked me to go down to Clap'am presently to 'elp wait on your ma? If you're there, miss, it'll be the 'eight of 'appiness to me." "I may as well say at once, Matilda, that I shall not be there." "You don't like 'im, then?" said Tildy, backing a step. "And 'e is so enticin' the prettiest ways 'e 'ave at least, that's wot me and Mrs. Ross thinks.
She did not quite know what was the matter. Aneta's face was very quiet. After a time she drew a letter from her pocket and put it into Maggie's hand. "Who brought this?" asked Maggie. "A person who called herself Tildy." Maggie held the letter unopened in her lap. "Why don't you read it?" said Aneta. Maggie took it up and glanced at the handwriting. Then she put it down again.
"I will go and see her myself," said Aneta; "perhaps I can convey a message from her to Miss Howland, for I know she won't be back for some little time." Agnes, quite relieved in her mind, turned down the back-stairs and went to attend to her numerous duties. A few minutes after, Aneta, in all her slim grace, stood in the hall and confronted Tildy.
And the man who always ate spareribs and spinach and said he was a stock broker asked her to go to "Parsifal" with him. "I don't know where this place is," said Aileen while talking it over with Tildy, "but the wedding-ring's got to be on before I put a stitch into a travelling dress ain't that right? Well, I guess!" But, Tildy!
"I have something to communicate to you," said Mrs. Howland. "I did not think I could write it; therefore I was obliged to have you with me. But we won't talk of it for a little. Have you ordered tea?" "Yes, mother. Tildy is bringing it." "That's right," said Mrs. Howland. "What a hot day it is!" she continued. "This room is stifling," replied Maggie.
Don't you know me yet?" Ralph murmured a low negative. "Well, then, I'll tell you I'm " A sound of feet striking the floor heavily was heard from one of the other rooms, and was followed by the voice of Mr. Dopples, calling out: "Tildy! Oh, Tildy! Where be ye, Tildy?" Ralph Continues His Journey. The form at Ralph's bedside grasped his hand again in a warning pressure. "Keep quiet," it said.
This was true, with restrictions, for enough enamel was gone from the face to make the exact location of the hour an uncertain thing; and there were days, when the wind was in the east, when the hour hand needed periodical assistance. "It wasn't much of a job," as Eph said, "to reach up once an hour and send the hand along one space, and Aunt Tildy had to have something to look forward to."
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