Mistress and Maid by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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sister herself fell under reproof, it was always emphatically "your
sister--"your nephew"--"your servant.") But, for once, Miss Selina's sharp voice failed to bring the customary sullen look to Elizabeth's face, and when Miss Leaf, in her milder tones, asked where she had been, she answered unhesitatingly-- "I've been down the town." "Down the town!" the three ladies cried, in one chorus of astonishment. "I've been as quick as I could, missis. I runned all the way there and back; but it was a good step, and he was some'at heavy, though he is but a little'un," "He! who on earth is he?" "Deary me! I never thought of axing; but his mother lives in Hall street. Somebody saw me carrying him to the doctor, and went and told her. Oh! he was welly killed, Miss Leaf--the doctor said so; but he'll do now, and you'll get your towel clean washed tomorrow." While Elizabeth spoke so incoherently, and with such unwonted energy and excitement, Johanna looked as if she thought her sister's fears were true, and the girl had really gone mad; but Hilary's quicker perceptions jumped at a different conclusion. "Quiet yourself, Elizabeth," said she, taking a firm hold of her shoulder, and making her sit down, when the rolled-up apron dropped, |
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