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Updated: May 27, 2025
P. was cutting the grapevine, as the young ladies were at the roller, down comes Tummus like a roaring whirlwind, with 'Missus, Missus, there's company coomin'! Away skurry the young ladies from the roller, down comes Mrs.
"Open your mouth, Tummus, an' if you hee haw loud enough, I'll draw you another pint for nothing." Desmond, now a major, had returned home in company with Clive. During the three years that had passed since he witnessed the sailing of the Jane he had seen much service. He had been with Colonel Forde when that fine soldier expelled the French from the northern Sirkars.
I see him: did it out o' spite 'cause the missus didn't give him the job." "Tummus, what are you a-saying of?" cried his wife, as the old man's words made Grange start excitedly from his chair. "Why, if Dan'l Barnett heared as you said that, you'd be turned away at a moment's notice."
"I don't keer; it's the solomon truth," said old Tummus, cutting off a cubic piece of pork and lifting it from his bread with the point of his pruning-knife. "It can't be anything of the sort, so hold your tongue. There, there, Mr Grange, my dear. Don't you take any notice of his silly clat. Have another cup of tea: here's quite a beauty left."
"It caps me, lads!" said old Tummus; "but there, I dunno: he allus was one of the clever ones. Look at him now; who'd ever think that he was blind as a mole? Why, he walks as upright as I do." There was a roar of laughter at this. "Well, so he do," cried old Tummus indignantly.
But the days glided by a week a fortnight a month then two months, during which specialists had seen him, consultations had been held; and then came the day when old Tummus was up in town again, with flowers and fruit, which John Grange took round the ward from patient to patient, walking slowly, but with little to show that he was blind, as he distributed the presents he had received, and said good-bye to his dark companions.
"Now, Tummus, do mind what you're saying," said old Hannah, in a lachrymose tone of voice. "Well, I am, arn't I? What I say is this: Warn't it likely?" "Likely?" "Aye, likely. Here's the poor lad loses his sight all at once just when he's getting on and going to be head-gardener and marry my pretty bairn." "Nothing of the sort, sir," cried the bailiff warmly.
"I forgetted as poor old Dunton's dead," he thought, "He'll turn nasty if I ask him about the pear; and what's he a-doing of?" Old Tummus peered through a great row of scarlet-runners and stared at his superior, and saw him bend over something on the green path, and then dart in among the bushes and disappear. "Now what is he doing of?" old Tummus muttered.
There wean't be a drop o' mysture left in her by and by. Ah! It's a strange world." "It never felt so beautiful before, old man," said John Grange sadly. "Thought I'd try and comfort you up a bit. S'pose you know that Dan Barnett's safe to be the new head?" "Yes, I suppose so, Tummus." "Yah! Means ruins to the grand old place." "Nonsense! Dan is a thoroughly good gardener when he likes."
He then searched for, found the pear, and leaving it untouched, quietly watched at dinner-time, saw old Tummus secure the treasure, pocket it, and he was going off when Barnett accosted him with "What have you got there?" "Pear," said the old man stubbornly, as Barnett tried to snatch it from his pocket. "Now I know where the fruit goes. Why, you thieving old scoundrel.
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