Jan of the Windmill by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing
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I be put t'help father in the mill? Do 'ee ask un to let me come in
now! I be able to sweep 's well as Gearge. I sweeps the room for thee,"--she had not the heart or the courage to say, "I want thee, and thy father doesn't," but she would take the boy's hand tenderly in hers, and making believe to examine his thumbs with a purpose, would reply, "Wait a bit, love. Thee's a sprack boy, and a good un, but thee's not rightly got the miller's thumb." And thus it came about that Abel was for ever sifting bits of flour through his finger and thumb, to obtain the required flatness and delicacy which marks the latter in a miller born; and playing lovingly with little Jan on the floor of the round-house, he would pass some through the baby's fingers also, crying, - "Sift un, Janny! sift un! Thee's a miller's lad, and thee must have a miller's thumb." CHAPTER IV. BLACK AS SLANS.--VAIR AND VOOLISH.--THE MILLER AND HIS MAN. It was a great and important time to Abel when Jan learned to walk; but, as he was neither precocious nor behindhand in this respect, his biographer may be pardoned for not dwelling on it at any length. He had a charming demure little face, chiefly differing from the faces of the other children of the district by an overwhelming superiority in the matter of forehead. |
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