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Both he and all his people were anticipating pleasant feasts of maize-bread, and "hominy," with "mash and milk" and various other dishes, that with Totty's skill could be manufactured out of the Indian corn. About this time an incident occurred that nearly deprived them, not only of their whole plot of maize-plants, but also of their valuable housekeeper, Totty. It was as follows.
They resumed a discussion interrupted a day or two before, and, as they passed the end of Newport Street, Bunce asked his companion to enter for the purpose of looking at a certain paper in which he had found what seemed to him cogent arguments. They went up the dark musty staircase, and entered the room opposite to Totty's. 'Hollo! Bunce cried, finding no light. 'What's up? Nellie! Jack!
Somehow, the scorn and the mistrust would not hold out in Totty's presence. He found himself taking more pains to be polite to her than to any other person. When she had had Nelly in her room, and brought the child to him on his coming home, he invented excuses to get her to talk for a few moments. Unfortunately, Totty appeared little disposed to talk.
'Hush, child! said her father, more annoyed than seemed necessary. 'Don't scream at people in that way. Nelly was abashed, but her cry had caught Totty's ear. The latter nodded, laughed, and went on with her friends. 'I say, father, Jack began, 'do you know what I think? 'What, boy? 'Why, I think if you asked Miss Nancarrow to come and take a room in the new house, she would.
'Do you know whether Miss Nancarrow's in? Thyrza asked of the little fellow. He regarded her, and nodded silently. 'Really? She's really in? 'Yes, she's up in her room, was the grave answer. Thyrza ran upstairs. A tap at the door, and Totty's voice unmistakable gave admission. The girl sat sewing; on the bed lay a child, asleep.
Whilst she discussed the matter anxiously with herself they entered the house and went up to Totty's room. The house was very small, and had a close, musty smell, as if no fresh air ever got into it. Totty's chamber was a poor, bare little retreat, with low, cracked, grimy ceiling, and one scrap of carpet on the floor, just by the diminutive bed.
But this slight weapon would not have served much longer, and Totty's fate that of being torn to pieces would soon have been sealed, had not four horsemen, or rather "quagga-men," at that moment galloped up to her rescue. These were the hunters returning from the chase; and a volley from their guns at once scattered the ugly chacmas, and sent them howling back to their caves.
I declare I've got five little round silver things, and hear what a pretty noise they make in Totty's pink pocket."
'Why on earth should I ask her to do such a thing? inquired Bunce, laying down his pipe on the grass; it had gone out since Totty's passing. He looked at his son with bent brows, and rather fiercely. 'Well, I know I'd like her to, and so would Nelly. I can get on with Miss Nancarrow, 'cause she's got so much sense. I don't think much of other women.
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