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Jan fancied the man looked something the cut of Brother Jarrum, and sent him in. His coat and boots were white with dust. Looking round on the assembled women when he reached the kitchen, the stranger asked which was Mrs. Peckaby. Mrs. Peckaby looked up, and signified that she was. "I have a message from the saint and elder, Brother Jarrum," he mysteriously whispered in her ear.
Passively obdurate during the day; but rather demonstratively obdurate towards night. Peckaby, a quiet, civil man enough when sober, was just the contrary when ivre; and since he had joined the blacksmith's shop, his evening visits to a noted public-house the Plough and Harrow had become frequent.
"There's nothing like plenty of Epsum salts for boys. I'd try 'em on him, Mother Duff." "Dan, dear," said Susan Peckaby insinuatingly for she had come in along with the rest, ignoring for the moment what might be waiting at her door "was it in the pound as you saw Rachel's ghost?" "'Twarn't Rachel's ghost as I did see," persisted Dan. "Tell us who it was, then?" asked she, humouring him.
'Twasn't bigger, neither, nor a farthing bun, but 'twas too big for her. Isn't it a-getting the season for you to think of a new gownd, Mrs. Peckaby?" resumed Mother Duff, returning to business. "I have got some beautiful winter stuffs in." "I hope the only new gownd as I shall want till I gets to New Jerusalem, is the purple one I've got prepared for it," replied Mrs. Peckaby.
Duff strict orders to keep the boy quiet, to allow nobody near him but herself, and, above all, no questioning, Mrs. Duff quitted him, "that he might get a bit o' sleep," she said. In point of fact, Mrs. Duff was burning to exercise her gossiping powers with those other gossipers below. To them she descended; and found Susan Peckaby holding forth upon the subject of the white cow.
"But it didn't last; it didn't last," repeated Mrs. Peckaby. "Thanks be offered up for it, it didn't last, or I should ha' been in my coffin afore the day were out! A gentleman came to me: a Brother he were, sent express by Brother Jarrum; and had walked afoot all the way from Heartburg.
Peckaby had beheld the deceitful vision earlier in the night. "Who's there?" called out Peckaby. "It's me, Peckaby," was the answer, delivered in a forlorn tone. "Come down and open the door." "Who's 'me'?" asked Peckaby. "It's me," repeated Mrs. Peckaby, looking up.
And they waited, without result, until the clock struck nine. The artificial strength within them had cooled by that time, their ardour had cooled, and they were feeling chill and tired. Susan Peckaby was upon thorns, she said, and urged their departure. "You can go if you like," was the answer. "Nobody wants to keep you."
"He is in the forge now, he is; a-having his shoes changed, and his tail trimmed." "I'd give a shilling to anybody as 'ud cut his tail off;" angrily rejoined Mrs. Peckaby. "A-deceiving of me, and turning my inside all of a quake! Oh, I wish it 'ud come! The white donkey as is to bear me to New Jerusalem!"
You should see the plains of sage! It grows wild." "And there's ducks, you say?" observed Susan Peckaby. "It's convenient to have sage in plenty where there's ducks," added she to the assembly in general. "What a land it must be!" "A land that's not to be ekalled! A land flowing with milk and honey!" rapturously echoed Brother Jarrum.
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