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Pennie soon grew secure enough to listen to what the dean was saying to Miss Unity, who had taken a seat near him. He stood before her with upraised finger, while she, fearful of losing a word, neglected her tea and refused any kind of food, gazing at him with rapt attention. This missionary address at the Institute, he was telling her, was an idea of his own.
The price had then risen to two shillings besides all the marbles Ambrose had in his pocket, and this being paid David had seized the kitten, and here it was. "And so," said Pennie, "you've both spent every bit of your money." "We couldn't let them hang the kitten, you see," remarked Ambrose.
But what I want to suggest is this; you are anxious to do something for her, are you not?" "I told you about it, you know," said Pennie seriously. "Nancy and I mean to collect for some boots and stockings. Did you see her boots? I should think they must have been her father's, shouldn't you?"
No doubt Ambrose and David would also part with theirs before long. "There's a funny stall," said Nancy suddenly, "nothing but rubbishing old books." "Let's go and look at it," said Pennie. They were very shabby old books indeed. Some of them with cracked bindings and the letters on the backs rubbed off; others with no binding at all, in soiled paper covers.
"And so it was Ambrose who went back, eh?" he said, stroking Dickie's round head as she sat on his knee. "Yes, father," said Pennie, very much out of breath with running and talking, "we were all frightened except Ambrose." "And why weren't you frightened, Ambrose?" "I was," murmured Ambrose. "And yet you went?" "Yes. Because of Dickie." "Then you were a brave boy."
Mrs Hawthorn held up her hand entreatingly: "Do not talk of it, Nurse," she said; "I cannot bear it." And then they went on to discuss other matters. Now all this while Pennie had been trying to make up her mind to speak. There was a fly just in front of her on the window-pane, and as she watched it crawling slowly along she said to herself: "When it gets as far as the corner I will tell mother."
As they jogged steadily home along the well-known road, new fancies as to the details of Kettles' life and surroundings constantly occurred to them; there was even a certain pleasure in heightening all the miseries which they felt sure she had to bear. "In the winter," said Nancy, "she has chilblains on her feet broken ones." Pennie shuddered. She knew what chilblains were.
Perhaps they still went hurrying through the cloisters, and that was what made the air feel so thick with mystery, and why she was never inclined to talk while she was there. Miss Unity always went as swiftly through the cloisters as possible; and Pennie, keeping close to her side, tried as she went along to make out the half-effaced inscriptions at her feet.
Pennie looked at this with an almost fearful admiration, for the number of tiny stitches in it were terrible to think of. "I'm glad people don't have to work samplers now," she often said. This was indeed a most wonderful sampler, and it hung against the wall framed and glazed as it well deserved, a lasting example of industry and eyesight.
She had always been so fond of the old mandarin, who had so often nodded his head for her pleasure, that Pennie had counted on her support, but instead of this she had only displayed a most perverse and provoking spirit.
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