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It was a trait of Mrs. Mumpson's active mind, that when it once entered upon a line of thought, it was hurried along from conclusion to conclusion with wonderful rapidity. While Jane made up Mr. Holcroft's bed, her mother began to inspect, and soon suffered keenly from every painful discovery.
Wiggins was somewhat appeased by this second triumph, and with the hope of adding gall and bitterness to Mrs. Mumpson's defeat, she took the chair to her rival's favorite rocking place, lighted her pipe, and sat down in grim complacency. Mrs.
I fear, after all, that I shall have to give up the old place and go I don't know where. What is to become of her?" Mrs. Mumpson's Vicissitudes Having completed her preparations for supper, Jane stole timidly up to Holcroft's room to summon him. Her first rap on his door was scarcely audible, then she ventured to knock louder and finally to call him, but there was no response.
"But that Mumpson's hawfully haggravatin', master, as ye know yeself, hi'm a-thinkin'. Vud ye jis tell a body vat she is 'here, han 'ow hi'm to get hon vith 'er. Hif hi'm to take me horders from 'er, hi'd ruther go back to the poor-'us." "You are to take your orders from me and no one else. All I ask is that you go on quietly with your work and pay no attention to her.
We've been a-rummagin' where we'd no bizniss to be. He's mad enough to do anything; he jes' looks awful; I'm afraid of him." "Jane," said her mother plaintively, "I feel indisposed. I think I'll retire." "Yes, that's the way with YOU," sobbed the child. "You get me into the scrape and now you retire." Mrs. Mumpson's confidence in herself and her schemes was terribly shaken.
When breakfast was on the table, she darted to her place behind the coffeepot, for she felt that there was no telling what this awful Mrs. Wiggins might not assume during this day of sacred restraint. But the ex-pauper had no thought of presumption in her master's presence, and the rocking chair again distracted Mrs. Mumpson's nerves as it creaked under an unwonted weight.
Mumpson's dress, and fearing he should laugh outright, he turned abruptly on his heel and went to his room, where he was in a divided state between irrepressible mirth and vexation. Mrs. Mumpson also fled to her room.
This could not be said of a hussy, and a hussy he'll probably bring some flighty, immerture female that will tax even MY patience to train." Another hour passed, and the frown on Mrs. Mumpson's brow grew positively awful. "To think," she muttered, "that a man whom I have deemed it my duty to marry should stay out so and under such peculiar circumstances.
He had taken an early occasion to say at the table that he wished no one to enter his room except Jane, and that he would not permit any infringement of this rule. Mrs. Mumpson's feelings had been hurt at first by this order, but she soon satisfied herself that it had been meant for Mrs. Wiggins' benefit and not her own. She found, however, that Jane interpreted it literally.
Mumpson's views," pursued Watterly, who could take only the broadest hint as to his social conduct. He received one now. "Tom Watterly," said the farmer sternly, "did I ever insult your wife?" "By jocks! No, you nor no other man. I should say not." "Well, then, don't you insult mine. Before I'd seen Mrs.
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