Stories for the Young eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 127 pages of information about Stories for the Young.

Stories for the Young eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 127 pages of information about Stories for the Young.

These and a hundred other little thieveries they committed with such dexterity, that old Tom Crib, whose son was transported last assizes for sheep-stealing, used to be often reproaching his boys, that Giles’ sons were worth a hundred of such blockheads as he had; for scarce a night passed but Giles had some little comfortable thing for supper which his boys had pilfered in the day, while his undutiful dogs never stole any thing worth having.  Giles, in the meantime, was busy in his way; but as busy as he was in laying nets, starting coveys, and training dogs, he always took care that his depredations should not be confined merely to game.

Giles’ boys had never seen the inside of a church, and the father thought he knew his own interest better than to force them to it; for church-time was the season of their harvest.  Then the hens’ nests were searched, a stray duck was clapped under the smockfrock, the tools which might have been left by chance in a farm-yard were picked up, and all the neighboring pigeon-houses were thinned; so that Giles used to boast to tawny Rachel, his wife, that Sunday was to them the most profitable day in the week.

With her it was certainly the most laborious day, as she always did her washing and ironing on Sunday morning, it being, as she said, the only leisure day she had; for on the other days she went about the country telling fortunes, and selling dream-books and wicked songs.  Neither her husband’s nor her children’s clothes were ever mended, and if Sunday, her idle day, had not come about once in every week, it is likely they would never have been washed either.  You might, however, see her as you were going to church smoothing her own rags on her best red cloak, which she always used for her ironing-cloth on Sundays, for her cloak when she travelled, and for her blanket at night:  such a wretched manager was Rachel.

Among her other articles of trade, one was to make and sell peppermint, and other distilled waters.  These she had the cheap art of making without trouble and without expense, for she made them without herbs and without a still.  Her way was, to fill so many quart bottles with plain water, putting a spoonful of mint-water in the mouth of each; these she corked down with rosin, carrying to each customer a vial of real distilled water to taste, by way of sample.  This was so good that her bottles were commonly bought up without being opened; but if any suspicion arose, and she was forced to uncork a bottle, by the few drops of distilled water lying at top, she even then escaped detection, and took care to get out of reach before the bottle was opened a second time.  She was too prudent ever to go twice to the same house.

THE UPRIGHT MAGISTRATE.

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