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Suddenly he lifted his head and stood as one that hearkens to distant sounds, and crossing stealthily to the window, climbed out. "What's the matter?" "Mother Trapes, bo. She's just rollin' out o' th' feathers, an' she's quite enough for me always has me fazed to a frazzle. If she caught me here it 'ud be th' gimlet eye for mine so here's where I fade away."
"Why, Ann, my Tom's had a gardener's job offered him at a gentleman's mansion in the country. Tom went after it t'day an' got it. Fifteen dollars a week an' a cottage free, Ann! Hazel's just crazy with joy an' so'm I!" Mrs. Trapes fanned herself feebly with her apron. "All I can say is," said she faintly, "if the world don't come to an end soon I shall. A gardener's job! A cottage in th' country!
"Business took me out," replied Mrs. Jones. "I've been up to the mill. I heard young Rip was ill, and going to leave; so I went up to ask if they'd try our Jim. But young Rip isn't going to leave, and isn't ill, mother Floyd says, though it's certain he's not well. She can't think what's the matter with the boy; he's always fancying he sees ghosts in the river. I've had my trapes for nothing."
"I know!" she breathed, "but, oh, Geoffrey, dear wait just a little longer." "Why?" he demanded hoarsely. "Because!" she answered, staring down at her clasped hands. "Why?" "Because, my Geoffrey, if if I let myself kiss you now, I shall never be able to tear myself away, and I must say good night to Arthur and " She paused as a knock sounded on the door, and Mrs. Trapes appeared.
I now says let her alone awhile. The poor child's all wore out it's nerves as is the matter with her, I reckon. So, Mr. Ravenslee, be patient, this ain't no wooin' time; it's rest she needs an' change of air " "Why, then, Mrs. Trapes, she shall have them!" Mr.
Ravenslee, descending the monotonous stairs, paused suddenly to smile and to clap hand to thigh. "A toasting fork!" said he, "a toasting fork is an instrument possessing three or more sharp points! Ha! Mrs. Trapes is a woman of singularly apposite ideas." And he smiled a little grimly as he went on down the stairs.
She was knitting; knitting a shapeless something in red wool, and Ravenslee thought he had never known her elbows more threatening of aspect nor seen wool quite so red and woolly; wherefore he presently spoke, and his voice was no longer a feeble croak. "Pray what is it, Mrs. Trapes?" Mrs. Trapes jumped. "Well, for th' love o' heaven!" she exclaimed, and down fell her knitting.
Third, he ain't done no toil-an'-spinnin' act take heed t' his hands, my dear. He's soft-spoke but he's masterful. He's young, but he's seen a lot. He ain't easy t' rile, but when he is my land! He don't say a lot, an' he don't seem t' do much, an' yet he don't seem t' starve none. Result he may be anything!" "Anything? Ann, dear!" "Anything!" repeated Mrs. Trapes.
Geoffrey?" enquired Hermione, pausing, flour-dredger in hand, to glance at him slily under her brows. "I think Mrs. Trapes is a wonderful woman," he answered. "Ah, now, Mr. Geoffrey, quit y'r jollying," said Mrs. Trapes, smiling at the potato. "Mrs. Trapes has taught me much wisdom already and, among other things, that I shall never be or do anything worth the while without the aid of a woman "
"Anyway, your breakfast's ready, so come an' eat it while it's good an' hot." "On condition that you eat with me." "What, eat wi' you, Mr. Geoffrey in my best parlour an' me in me workin' clo'es?" "Ah, to be sure not to be thought of, Mrs. Trapes; then we'll breakfast here in the kitchen." "Would ye mind?" "Should love it."
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