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Sissy, my poor little Poppet, w'at good to ye is fame; w'at good is all your studyin'?" I did not open Helen's writing case for weeks; not until after my return from the dreary journey West with Mr. Winship.
If a' was to have our Mary, his father George would be coming up between us, out of his peace in churchyard, more than he doth a'ready; and a' comes too much a'ready. Why, poppet, we were talking of you fie, fie, listening!" "No, now, father," Mary Anerley answered, with a smile at such a low idea; "you never had that to find fault with me, I think.
And don't you go with any girls, especially, that ain't of the best. You're gettin' to that time o' life when you'll begin to think about 'em; but don't you go and fall in love with the first little poppet you see, because she's got pretty eyes and curly hair." It seemed to Lemuel as if she must know about Statira, but of course she did not. He lay still, and she went on.
I started to jump out of a window, but felt so little power to move that I only twitched, and pretended to be asleep, and watched her as we sighted game, with eyes nearly shut. She had a poppet of a child on one arm that sat up instead of leaning against her shoulder, and looked at me, too.
"Hist now, poppet, and I'll tell thee something thou 'lt not repeat it though?" "Not I," replied Mary stoutly. "Well, then, dost think I should make a fitting stepdame for Bartholomew and Mary and Remember?" "Dost mean" "Ay do I, just that.
"My poppet! my poppet!" cried Fifine, ecstatically, as a quaint and tiny wooden doll of a somewhat Dutch build and with both arms stretched out straight was fished out.
But at last she opened the desk, found the indentures, and hid them in the little pocket which she wore tied about her waist, under her petticoat. Then Ann threw her blanket over her head, and got her poppet out of the chest. The poppet was a little doll manufactured from a corn-cob, dressed in an indigo-colored gown. Grandma had made it for her, and it was her chief treasure.
The men said he had insisted on retaining that, and no other, for his journey to London, contrary to all advice, and he was obliged to ride foremost, alone in the middle of the road; while Master Headley seemed to have an immense quantity of consultation to carry on with his foreman, Tibble, whose quiet-looking brown animal was evidently on the best of terms with Poppet.
"Perhaps after all I am only a 'pert poppet'," she said half an hour afterwards, for Silverbridge had told her of that terrible mistake made by poor Dolly Longstaff. "Brute!" he exclaimed. "Not at all. And when we are settled down in the real Darby-and-Joan way I shall hope to see Mr. Longstaff very often. I daresay he won't call me a pert poppet, and I shall not remind him of the word.
"A hussy! a hussy! a poppet of a hussy!" she exclaimed, with greater power than her quiet face could indicate; "never would I look at her. Speak never so, Miss Castlewood. My lord is the very best of all men, and she has made him what he is. The pity she deserves is to be trodden under foot, as I saw them do in Naples."
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