��What are they for, Maggie?�� said
Tom, feeling his curiosity awakened.
dears,�� said aunt Pullet, in a compassionate voice,
��you grow wonderful fast. I doubt they��ll outgrow their
strength,�� she added, looking over their heads, with a melancholy
expression, at their mother. ��I think the gell has too much hair.
I��d have it thinned and cut shorter, sister, if I was you; it
isn��t good for her health. It��s that as makes her skin
so brown, I shouldn��t wonder. Don��t you think so,
��No; here, take it,��
said Tom, firmly, handing, decidedly the best piece to Maggie.
��I��ll have that with the jam run out,��
said Maggie, keeping her eyes shut to please Tom.
dear heart!�� said Mr. Glegg in a melancholy tone, as he followed his
wife out of the room.
��Let her go,�� said Mr.
Tulliver, too hot to be damped by any amount of tears. ��Let her go,
and the sooner the better; she won��t be trying to domineer over me
again in a hurry.��
��I don��t know
what she won��t get ��em to do,�� said Mrs.
Tulliver, ��for my children are so awk��ard
wi�� their aunts and uncles. Maggie��s ten times
naughtier when they come than she is other days, and Tom doesn��t like
��em, bless him! �� though it��s more
nat��ral in a boy than a gell. And there��s Lucy
Dean��s such a good child �� you may set her on a stool,
and there she��llsit for an hour together, and never offer to get
off. I can��t help loving the child as if she was my own; and
I��m sure she��s more like my child than sister
Deane��s, for she��d allays a very poor color for one of
our family, sister Deane had.��
not, better not,�� said Mr. Deane.
��You��ll make it up another day.��
��It ��ud be a fine deal better
for some people,�� she said, after that introductory note,
��if they��d let the lawyers alone.��
Mrs. Glegg tossed her head and looked rather sour about the mouth
at the thought of the ��four-wheel.�� She had a strong
opinion on that subject.
��Softly, softly, Jane; be
reasonable, be reasonable,�� said Mr. Glegg.
emitted a long sort of guttural sound with closed lips, that smiled in mingled pity
��I aren��t frighted,��
said Bob, to whom hunger did not appear so appalling. ��But
I��d get in an�� knock the rabbits on
th�� head when you wanted to eat ��em.��
��I��ve got a halfpenny o�� my
own,�� said Bob, proudly, coming out of the water and tossing his
halfpenny in the air. ��Yeads or tails?��