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I've been talking so much that I quite forget to tell you that Betty and me were married yesterday morning." He nodded pleasantly at the stupefied Mr. Green, and, turning to Mr. Widden, gave him a friendly dig in the ribs with his finger. "What's mine is Betty's," he said, in a clear voice, "and what's Betty's is MINE! D'ye understand, step-father?" He stepped over to Mrs.
At the end of ten minutes Mr. Widden intimated that he thought he had learned enough to go on with. "Ah! that's only your conceit," said Mr. Letts over his shoulder. "I was afraid you was conceited." He turned to Miss Foster again, and Mr. Widden, with a despairing gesture, abandoned himself to gloom.
Green, in a condition compounded of joy and rage, was striding violently up and down the room. "He's a fraud!" he shouted. "A fraud! I've had my suspicions for some time, and this evening I got it out of her." Mr. Widden stared in amazement. "I got it out of her," repeated Mr. Green, pointing at the trembling woman. "He's no more her son than what you are." "What?" said the amazed listener.
'Tes certain sure there's lots would never go, ef 'twasn't so mortial hard on the land. 'Tisn't a bare livin', after that. An' they're put upon, right and left they're put upon. 'Tes only a man here and there that 'as something in 'im too strong. I widden never 'ave stayed in the country ef 'twasn't that I couldn't stand the town life.
An odd look in her eyes as they met his gave him food for thought for the rest of the evening. At the end of what Mr. Letts was pleased to term a month's trial, Mr. Widden was still unable to satisfy him as to his fitness for the position of brother-in-law. In a spirit of gloom he made suggestions of a mutinous nature to Mr.
"A brother and sister are bound to get tired of each other before long; it's nature." Mr. Widden sighed and obeyed. But brother and sister showed no signs of tiring of each other's company, while they displayed unmistakable signs of weariness with his. And three weeks later Mr. Letts, in a few well-chosen words, kindly but firmly dismissed him.
Being in all probability a mode of divination for insuring good luck. Another name for the same plant is "cocks," from children fighting the flower-stems one against another. "Curly-doddy, do my biddin', Soop my house, and shoal my widden'." In Ireland, children twist the stalk, and as it slowly untwists in the hand, thus address it: "Curl-doddy on the midden, Turn round an' take my biddin'."
Widden checked the obvious retort and walked doggedly in the rear of Miss Foster. Then, hardly able to believe his ears, he heard her say something to Mr. Letts. "Eh?" said that gentleman, in amazed accents. "You fall behind," said Miss Foster. "That that's not the way to talk to the head of the family," said Mr. Letts, feebly. "It's the way I talk to him," rejoined the girl.
It was a position for which Mr. Letts was totally unprepared, and the satisfied smile of Mr. Widden as he took the vacant place by no means improved matters. In a state of considerable dismay Mr. Letts dropped farther and farther behind until, looking up, he saw Miss Foster, attended by her restive escort, quietly waiting for him.
An odd look in her eyes as they met his gave him food for thought for the rest of the evening. At the end of what Mr. Letts was pleased to term a month's trial, Mr. Widden was still unable to satisfy him as to his fitness for the position of brother-in-law. In a spirit of gloom he made suggestions of a mutinous nature to Mr.
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