Jan of the Windmill by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing
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CHAPTER II. THE MILLER'S CALCULATIONS.--HIS HOPES AND FEARS.--THE NURSE-BOY.--CALM. The windmiller went back to his work. He had risked something over this business in leaving the mill in the hands of others, even for so short a time. Then the storm abated somewhat. The wind went round, and blew with less violence a fine steady breeze. The miller began to think of going into the dwelling-room for a bit of supper to carry him through his night's work. And yet he lingered about returning to his wife in her present mood. He stuck the sharp point of his windmiller's candlestick {1} into a sack that stood near, and drawing up a yellow canvas "sample bag "-- which served him as a purse--from the depths of his pocket, he began to count the coins by the light of the candle. He counted them over several times with increasing satisfaction, and made several slow but sure calculations as to the sum of ten shillings a week by the month, the quarter, the half, and the whole year. He then began another set of calculations of a kind less pleasant, especially to an honest man,--his debts. "There's a good bit to the doctor for both times," he murmured; "and there's the coffin, and something at the Heart of Oak for the bearers, and a couple of bottles red wine there, too, for the missus, when she were so bad. And both the boys had new shoes to follow in,--she would have it they should follow"-- And so on, and so on, the windmiller ran up the list of his petty debts, and saw his way to paying them. Then he put the money back into the sample |
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