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"She she's just a woman that stays on here because there ain't any other place for her to go, Ma'am. She does odd jobs when she can find any to do and the missus helps her out now and then, but she ain't the kind you'd want anything to do with. The missus'll tell you if you ask her." "I understand," said Willa quickly.
Can you manage a hot bath and a bed for me to-night?" I asked. He glanced at me curiously, and, after a moment's consideration, he replied "I'll see what the missus'll say." Luckily "the missus" said "Yes," so ten minutes later I was sluicing hot water over my aching limbs with a stable sponge in the bath which, I suspect, did duty on ordinary occasions for the family washing.
The latter met him near the threshold. "Why, Jeph, is this you? I've bin searchin' for ye more than an hour, and come to the conclusion ye must ha' gone home; but why, you're ill, Jeph!" "Ay, I'm ill, come, help me home." "Nay, not this night, you shall stop with me; the missus'll give you a cup o' tea as will do yer old heart good."
"If the missus'll handle her a bit, I'll learn her everything a horse can learn." "Gypsy" he had named her, and in a little while the pretty creature was "roped" and standing quietly beneath Jack's caressing hand. "Now, missus," he said and then followed my first lesson in "handling," until the soft brown muzzle was resting contentedly in my hand.
"White's as good as black, I s'pose, a'n't it?" answered Tidy, diverted by the droll manners of her new acquaintance. "I don't see no odds nohow." "'Ta'n't 'spectable, dat's all. Brack's de fashion here on dis yer plantation. 'Tis tough, b'ars whippin's and hard knocks. Whew! Hi! Ke! Missus'll cut ye all up to slivers fust time." "Does missus whip?" "Reckon she does jest dat ting.
Indeed it would be a great relief if her basket could be filled for her, and she said, heartily, "Takes some time, honey, you know, fer an idee to git into my tick head, but when it gits dar it stick. Now you'se sensible, an' Missus'll see it soon. You'se on de right track. Ob cose, I'd be proud ob pahnaship, an' it'll be a great eas'n up to me.
This was the position when Blackey declared that he must go. "Got to shunt, old man? You squat still, now, and git through that there lotion. I got to go to market, and we ain't no bloomin' moke. I'm on on my stand ten o'clock no later and that wants doin'. The missus'll fetch me some corrfee, and, hear you, put a nip o' that booze in. It warms yer liver up. By-by.
Murdoch, of Street; and the young gentleman is a lodger from London, and he's going away to-morrow to the Indies or somewheres; but do come, sir, please missus'll be frightened to death, all by herself, and him so dreadful bad." Mr. Brunton had been an anxious listener. Was it possible that the young gentleman from London could be George?
"There are sharks in Sydney Harbour, too," she added reflectively. "Oh cripes!" cried the cabman reverently. "Come on then, boss," he added, turning to Louis. "Heave hold of my shoulder. If old monkey face is drowned your missus'll hear sharp enough from the police." Suddenly she ran back to the companion-way. She did not look to see where Ole Fred was.
I don't mind here or on the road. It's the bit of lane that's so dark. Bob looked about and considered. 'I'm afraid I just dursn't go round by your place, miss, he said. 'I must run all the way or the missus'll be terrible put out, though 'No, no, interrupted the little lady. 'I wouldn't let you.
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