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They entered the bedroom together. Carry's eye instantly caught sight of the trunk. "Are you dowin' away adain, Mamma?" she said with a quick nervous look, and a clutch at the woman's dress. "No-o," said Mrs. Tretherick, looking out of the window. "Only playing your dowin' away," suggested Carry with a laugh. "Let me play too." Mrs. Tretherick assented.
They entered the bedroom together. Carry's eye instantly caught sight of the trunk. "Are you dowin away adain, mamma?" she said with a quick nervous look, and a clutch at the woman's dress. "No-o," said Mrs. Tretherick, looking out of the window. "Only playing your dowin away," suggested Carry with a laugh. "Let me play too." Mrs. Tretherick assented.
And the next morning, when Mr. Tretherick returned to his husks, he found the house vacant and untenanted, except by motes and sunbeams. When it was fairly known that Mrs. Tretherick had run away, taking Mr. Tretherick's own child with her, there was some excitement and much diversity of opinion, in Fiddletown.
Tretherick was wont to scan the advertisements in the faint hope of finding some avenue of employment she knew not what open to her needs; and Carry had noted this habit. Mrs. Tretherick mechanically closed the shutters, lit the lights, and opened the paper. Her eye fell instinctively on the following paragraph in the telegraphic column: "FIDDLETOWN, 7th. Mr.
You said three days just now," returned Mrs. Tretherick with severe deliberation. "I mean a monf," said Carry, now utterly adrift in sheer helplessness and confusion. "Do you know what you are talking about?" demanded Mrs. Tretherick shrilly, restraining an impulse to shake the little figure before her, and precipitate the truth by specific gravity.
Indeed, it was this tendency to elaborate her feelings in a metrical manner, and deliver them to the cold world through the medium of the newspapers, that first attracted the attention of Tretherick.
In her present loneliness, she felt a keen sense of gratitude toward him, and may have ascribed to the higher emotions and the consciousness of a good deed, that certain expansiveness of the chest, and swelling of the bosom, that was really due to the hidden presence of the scarf and tablecloth under his blouse. For Mrs. Tretherick was still poetically sensitive.
Howbeit, after a brief courtship as brief as was consistent with some previous legal formalities they were married; and Mr. Tretherick brought his blushing bride to Fiddletown, or "Fideletown," as Mrs. Tretherick preferred to call it in her poems. The union was not a felicitous one. It was not long before Mr.
And then suddenly she became aware of a child's voice close beside her, and she stopped. And then the child's voice repeated, "Is it mamma?" Mrs. Tretherick faced quickly about. Standing in the doorway was a little girl of six or seven. Her dress had been originally fine, but was torn and dirty; and her hair, which was a very violent red, was tumbled serio-comically about her forehead.
But, before he could say any thing, Carry appeared on the landing above them, looking timidly, and yet half-critically at the pair. "That's her," said Mrs. Tretherick excitedly. In her deepest emotions, either in verse or prose, she rose above a consideration of grammatical construction.
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