rked to Helmsley in a
low tone. "She's cooked this up speshul! This 'ere broth aint flavoured
for _me_,--it's for _you_! Glory be good to me if she aint taken a fancy
ter yer!--shouldn't wonder if ye 'ad the best in the 'ouse!"
Helmsley shook his head demurringly, but said nothing. He knew that in
the particular position in which he had placed himself, silence was
safer than speech.
Meanwhile, the short beady-eyed handmaiden returned to her mistress in
the kitchen, and found that lady gazing abstractedly into the fire.
"They've got their soup," she announced, "an' they're eatin' of it up!"
"Is the old man taking it?" asked Miss Tranter.
"Yes'm. An' 'e seems to want it 'orful bad, 'orful bad 'e do, on'y 'e
swallers it slower an' more soft like than Matt Peke swallers."
Miss Tranter ceased to stare at the fire, and stared at her domestic
instead.
"Prue," she said solemnly, "that old man is a gentleman!"
Prue's round eyes opened a little more roundly.
"Lor', Mis' Tranter!"
"He's a gentleman," repeated the hostess of the "Trusty Man" with
emphasis and decision; "and he's fallen on bad times. He may have to beg
his bread along the road or earn a shilling here and there as best he
can, but nothing"--and here Miss Tranter shook her forefinger defiantly
in the air--"nothing will alter the fact that he's a gentleman!"
Prue squeezed her fat red hands together, breathed hard, and not knowing
exactly what else to do, grinned. Her mistress looked at her severely.
"You grin like a Cheshire cat," she remarked. "I wish you wouldn't."
Prue at once pursed in her wide mouth to a more serious double line.
"How much did they give you?" pursued Miss Tranter.
"'Apenny each," answered Prue.
"How much have you made for yourself to-day all round!"
"Sevenpence three fardin's," confessed Prue, with an appealing look.
"You know I don't allow you to take tips from my customers," went on
Miss Tranter. "You must put those three farthings in my poor-box."
"Yes'm!" sighed Prue meekly.
"And then you may keep the sevenpence."
"Oh thank y' 'm! Thank y', Mis' Tranter!" And Prue hugged herself
ecstatically. "You'se 'orful good to me, you is, Mis' Tranter!"
Miss Tranter stood a moment, an upright inflexible figure, surveying
her.
"Do you say your prayers every night and morning as I told you to do?"
Prue became abnormally solemn.
"Yes, I allus do, Mis' Tranter, wish I may die right 'ere if I don't!"
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