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We'll go and see her; that is the very thing! my old friend Mrs. Vawse." "Mrs. Vawse!" repeated Ellen; "not the grandmother of that Nancy Vawse?" "The very same. Her name is not Vawse the country people call it so, and I being one of the country people have fallen into the way of it; but her real name is Vosier.
She does all sorts of things to support herself. Now, for instance, Ellen, if anybody is sick within ten miles round, the family are too happy to get Mrs. Vawse for a nurse. She is an admirable one. Then she goes out tailoring at the farmers' houses; she brings home wool and returns it spun into yarn; she brings home yarn and knits it up into stockings and socks; all sorts of odd jobs.
Vawse meanwhile went to the door to look out. "Nancy ought to be home to milk her," she said; "I must give you supper and send you off. I've no feeling nor smell if snow isn't thick in the air somewhere; we shall see it here soon." "I'll milk her," said Alice. "I'll milk her!" said Ellen; "I'll milk her! Ah, do let me! I know how to milk; Mr. Van Brunt taught me, and I have done it several times.
Vawse was with me a whole week, and this is the very first day I have been able to go out. It is so fine to-day, I was permitted to ride Sharp down." "Was that it?" said Ellen. "I did wonder, Miss Alice I did wonder very much why you did not come to see me, but I never liked to ask Aunt Fortune, because " "Because what?"
"Love, indeed!" said Miss Fortune, with great indignation; "there never was any to lose, I can assure you. She plagues the very life out of me. Why, she hadn't been here three days before she went off with that girl Nancy Vawse, that I had told her never to go near, and was gone all night; that's the time she got in the brook.
And though her aunt was always bent on keeping herself and everybody else at work, she did not now show any particular desire for breaking off Ellen from her studies; and was generally willing, when the work was pretty well done up, that she should saddle the Brownie, and be off to Alice or Mrs. Vawse. Though Ellen was happy, it was a sober kind of happiness the sun shining behind a cloud.
Humphreys was about going back to his study, Ellen timidly stopped him and gave him her letters, and asked him to look at them some time when he had leisure. She told him also where they were found and how long they had lain there, and that Mrs. Vawse had said she ought to show them to him. She guessed he would read them at once and she waited with a beating heart.
Vawse's; and soon, finding her alone, Ellen had spread out all her difficulties before her and given her the letters to read. Mrs. Vawse readily promised to speak on the subject to no one without Ellen's leave; her suspicions fell upon Mr. Van Brunt, not her grand-daughter. She heard all the story and read the letters before making any remark. "Now, dear Mrs.
Little Ellen, too, don't look as if she was made of iron. Can't you stay with me?" "I must not it wouldn't do," said Alice, who was hastily putting on her things; "we'll soon run down the hill. But we are leaving you alone where's Nancy?" "She'll not come if there's a promise of a storm," said Mrs. Vawse; "she often stays out a night." "And leaves you alone!"
"You may see what my father says of him, and what he says of you, too, Ellie; he has missed you much." "Oh, I was afraid he would," said Ellen; "I was sure he did!" She took the letter, but she could not see the words. John told her she might keep it to read at her leisure. "And how are they all at Ventnor? and how is Mrs. Vawse? and Margery?" "All well. Mrs.
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