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Updated: April 30, 2025
When a direct order was given, or direct questions were asked, by Miss Gibbie, there were reasons for it which usually served for conversational material in the servant's quarters later on. Tildy stood before her mistress, hands clasped in front under her full blue-and-white check gingham apron, and feet wide apart.
As he was taking his leave, he explained that he was going down into the grove for a little while to read and to take pictures. As he went out, they met, coming in, an old lady whom Grandmother Van Stark greeted with rare cordiality, kissing her on both cheeks and calling her Tildy Ann.
"Childern's obliged to get wore out fiddlin' with beads an' paper an' such, in time," said the perverse and unconverted 'Tildy Peggins. "That's the reason they's constant droppin' off, an' new ones comin' in. There ain't enough willainy in Kindergarten to keep their minds h'occupied.
"Oh miss," said Tildy, worshipping Aneta on the spot, "who wouldn't trust one like you?" "Well, what is it? What can I do for you?" "I was maid, miss maid-of-all-work at Shepherd's Bush when Miss Maggie and 'er ma used to live there; and when Mrs. 'Owland married Martin the grocer they was that kind they took me to live at Laburnum Villa.
'Thenie was on hand early, a jolly, ugly, good-hearted girl, who slyly dipped snuff and looked after her little bow-legged brother. When her mother could spare her, 'Tildy came, a midnight beauty, with starry eyes and tapering limbs; and her brother, correspondingly homely.
Well, that poor Tildy brought me a letter to-day from mother. I had written to mother to beg of her not to let him come; but he got hold of the letter, and he was nearly mad about it. The end of it is that he and she are coming on Saturday, and, somehow, I can't bear it. I must run away; I cannot endure it!" "I don't wonder," said Aneta. "Let me think. Lay your head on my shoulder, Maggie.
Aneta was herself going out; she was going out with Mademoiselle Laplage. They had some commissions to execute. The day was a foggy one, and they were both rather in a hurry. Nevertheless, Aneta stopped to say a kind word to Tildy. Tildy gazed at her with open-eyed admiration. Beautiful as the house was, this young lady was indeed a radiant and dazzling vision.
"Look a-yonder to that young willain, Miss Ruth," urged 'Tildy, whose sentiments regarding the infant populace refused, despite all the efforts of her employers, to be tempered by Kindergarten views. Miss Stannard looked up hastily, and so did the twenty pairs of eyes about her table.
They want to see you about our Miss Maggie." "Well, I will go down. What a queer, early hour for visitors! What dress shall I wear, Tildy?" "I'd say the amber satin, mum, ef I'd a voice in the choice. You look elegant in it, mum, and you might 'ave your black lace shawl." "I don't think I will wear satin in the morning," said Mrs. Martin.
You clear away smart, my girl, and then whistle for a 'ansom. Do you hear me? A 'ansom, not a four-wheeler. Look as sharp as you can, my girl, and I'll give you sixpence." "Thank you, sir," said Tildy. She looked with admiring eyes at the pair who were so close to the matrimonial venture, and quickly removed all traces of the meal.
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