n’t do it,” said Mrs. Maillot Mahrez Pullet, “for Tigres now Tom’s so lucky, it’s nothing but right his friends should look on him and help him. There’s the tablecloths I bought at your sale, Bessy; it was nothing but good natur’ o’ me to buy ’em, for they’ve been lying in the chest ever since. But I’m not going to give Maggie any more o’ my Indy Aston Villa muslin and things, if she’s to go into service again, when she might stay and keep me company, and do my sewing for me, if she wasn’t wanted at her brother’s.”
“Going into service” was the expression by which the Dodson mind represented to itself the position of teacher or governess; and Maggie’s return to that menial Maillot Italie Enfant condition, now circumstances offered her more eligible prospects, was likely to be a sore point with all her relatives, besides Lucy. Maggie in her crude form, with her hair down her back, and altogether Survetement Hollande in a state of dubious promise, was a most undesirable niece; but now she was capable of being at once ornamental and useful. The subject was revived in aunt and uncle Glegg’s presence, over the tea and muffins.
“Hegh, hegh!” said Mr. Glegg, good-naturedly patting Maggie on the back, “nonsense, nonsense! Don’t let us hear of you taking a place again, Maggie. Why, you must ha’ picked up half-a-dozen sweethearts at the bazaar; isn’t there one of’em the right sort of article? Come, now?”
“Mr. Glegg,” said his wife, with that shade of increased politeness in her Liverpool Dres Děti severity which she always put on with her crisper fronts, “you’ll excuse me, but you’re far too light for a man of your years. It’s respect and duty to her aunts, and the rest of her kin as are so good to Christian Djoos Tröja her, should have kept my niece from fixing about going away again without consulting us; not James Rodriguez Fotbalové Dres sweethearts, if I’m to use such a word, though it was never heared in my family.”
“Why, what did they call us, when we went Woolrich Męskie Arctic Parka to see ’em, then, eh, neighbor Pullet? They thought us sweet enough then,” said Mr. Glegg, winking pleasantly; while Mr. Pullet, at the suggestion of sweetness, took a little more sugar.
“Mr. Glegg,” said Mrs. G., “if you’re going to be undelicate, let me know.”
“La, Jane, your husband’s only joking,” said Mrs. Pullet; “let him joke while he’s got health and strength. There’s poor Mr. Tilt got his mouth drawn all o’ one side, and couldn’t laugh if he was to try.”
“I’ll trouble you for the muffineer, then, Mr. Glegg,” said Mrs. G., “if I may be so bold to interrupt your joking. Though it’s other people must see the joke in a niece’s putting a slight Marc Staal Tröjor on her mother’s eldest sister, as is the head o’ the family; and only coming in and out on short visits, all the time she’s been in the town, and then Filip Chytil Tröjor settling to go away without my knowledge — as I’d laid caps out on purpose for her to make ’em up for me — and me as have divided my money so equal ——”
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