
[2867] said.
[2868] I was at pains to use this term, a little difficult for juveniles,
having explained its meaning and application to him a few days before.
[2869] So
I had high hopes of his telling me he didn't understand.
[2870] But he was a
cunning little fellow, in his way.
[2871] Martha! I bellowed.
[2872] She appeared.
[2873] The sequel, I said.
[2874] I looked more attentively out of the window.
[2875] Not only
had the rain stopped, that I knew already, but in the west scarves of fine
red sheen were mounting in the sky.
[2876] I felt them rather than saw them,
through my little wood.
[2877] A great joy, it is hardly too much to say, surgged
over me at the sight of so much beauty, so much promise.
[2878] I turned away
with a sigh, for the joy inspired by beauty is often not unmixed, and saw
in front of me what with good reason I had called the sequel.
[2879] Now what
have we here? I said.
[2880] Usually on Sunday evening we had cold fare, the
remains of a fowl, chicken, duck, goose, turkey, and suchlike [⁁]I can think of no other fowl,, from
Saturday evening.
[2881] I have always had great success with my turkeys, they
are a better proposition than ducks, in my opinion, for rearing purposes.
[2882] More delicate, possibly, but more remunerative, for one who knows and
caters for their little ways, who likes them in a word and is liked by
them in return.
[2883] Shepherd's pie, said Martha.
[2884] I tasted it, from the dish.
[2885] And what have you done with yesterday's chicken bird?? I said.
[2886] Martha's face
took on an expression of triumph.
[2887] She was waiting for this question, that
was obvious, she was counting on it.
[2888] I thought, she said, you ought to
eat something hot, before you left.
[2889] And who told you I was leaving? I
said.
[2890] She went to the door, a sure sign she was about to launch a shaft.
[2891] She could only be insulting when in flight.
[2892] I'm not blind, she said.
[2893] She
opened the door.
[2894] More's the pity, she said.
[2895] She closed the door behind
her.
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