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"A little, I think, Milly, but the doctor will soon be here, and then we shall know all about it. Tiza, you poor little woman, Mrs. Wheeler says you must sleep with them to-night. Your mother will want the house very quiet, and to-morrow, you know, you can go and see Becky if the doctor says you may." At this Tiza began to cry again more piteously than ever.
"Oh, but, Tiza, you'll come to tea with us?" "I don't know," said Tiza. "You ask." And off she ran as quick as lightning, off to her hiding-place in the cherry tree, while Milly was left with the three brown eggs, feeling rather puzzled and anxious. However, she put them gently in the skirt of her frock, and holding it up in both hands she picked her way through the wet yard back to the house.
One for Mr. Backhouse, one for Mrs. Backhouse, and one for Becky. There's none for you, Tiza." "Nor none for Becky neither," answered Tiza shortly. "Father'll want two. Becky and me'll get bread and dripping." "Well, come along, Tiza, let's take them in." "No, you take them," said Tiza. "Mother won't want to see me no more, and father'll perhaps be coming in."
"Naw," said Tiza, in a very astonished voice, throwing down her pinafore to stare at Milly. "Then what do you do, Tiza, when it rains?" "Nothing," said Tiza. "We has our dinners and tea, and sometimes Becky minds the baby and sometimes I do, and father mostly goes to sleep." "Tiza," said Milly hurriedly, "did you mean pussy to jump into the saucepan?"
"Will you and he," said Becky, pointing to Olly, "come up this afternoon and help us call the cows?" "If we may," said Milly; "who calls them?" "Tiza and I," answered Becky; "when I'm a big girl I shall learn how to milk, but fayther says I'm too little yet." "I wish I lived at a farm," said Milly disconsolately. Becky didn't quite know what to say to this, so she began to call Tiza again.
Presently, however, Milly got tired; and she and Tiza walked off by themselves and sat down by the river to get cool. The water in the river was quite low again now, and the children could watch the tiny minnows darting and flashing about by the bank, and even amuse themselves by fancying every now and then that they saw a trout shooting across the clear brown water.
"Well, Milly, suppose you begin with Becky, and poor Tiza too, indeed. I wonder whether a pair of little people could make a scrap-book for Becky to look at when she is getting better?" "Oh yes, yes!" said Milly, joyfully, "I've got ever so many pictures in mother's writing-book, she let me cut out of her 'Graphics, and Olly can help paste; can't you, Olly?"
And if you run after her she hides in such queer places you can never find her." "But mother wants you and her to come to tea with us this afternoon," said Milly; "won't Tiza come?" "I suppose mother'll make her," said Becky, "but she doesn't like it. Have you been on the fell?" Milly looked puzzled. "Do you mean on the mountain? No, not yet. We're going to-morrow when we go to Aunt Emma's.
And very like those eggs'll do for father's supper; so, I daresay, I'll not say anything to him this time just for once. Now go up." Tiza didn't want to be told twice, and presently, just as Mr. and Mrs. Norton and Olly were coming back from their walk, they met Aunt Emma coming back from the farm holding Becky's hand, while Milly and Tiza walked in front. "Well, Tiza," said Mr.
But Aunt Emma sat down on the grass beside her, and lifted her up and talked to her; with anybody else Tiza would have kicked and struggled, for she was a curious, passionate child, and her grief was always wild and angry, but nobody could struggle with Aunt Emma, and at last she let herself be comforted a little by the tender voice and soft caressing hand.
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