A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 534 pages of information about A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches.

A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 534 pages of information about A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches.

“They all says ‘why don’t folks build their own houses’; they does always be talking about Mike Callahan and how well he saved up and owns a pritty place for himself convanient to his work.  You might tell them he’d money left him by a brother in California till you’d be black in the face, they’d stick to it ’twas in the picker he earnt it from themselves,” grumbled Mary Cassidy.

“Them French spinds all their money on their backs, don’t they?” suggested Mrs. Kilpatrick, as if to divert the conversation from dangerous channels.  “Look at them three girls now, off to Spincer with their fortnight’s pay in their pocket!”

“A couple o’ onions and a bag o’ crackers is all they want and a pinch o’ lard to their butter,” pronounced Mary Cassidy with scorn.  “The whole town of ’em ’on’t be the worse of a dollar for steak the week round.  They all go back and buy land in Canada, they spend no money here.  See how well they forget their pocketbooks every Sunday for the collection.  They do be very light too, they’ve more laugh than ourselves.  ’Tis myself’s getting old anyway, I don’t laugh much now.”

“I like to see a pritty girl look fine,” said Mrs. Kilpatrick.  “No, they don’t be young but once—­”

The mill bell rang, and there was a moment’s hush of the jarring, racketing machinery and a sudden noise of many feet trampling across the dry, hard pine floors.  First came an early flight of boys bursting out of the different doors, and chasing one another down the winding stairs two steps at a time.  The old sweepers, who had not quite reached the bottom, stood back against the wall for safety’s sake until all these had passed, then they kept on their careful way, the crowd passing them by as if they were caught in an eddy of the stream.  Last of all they kept sober company with two or three lame persons and a cheerful delayed little group of new doffers, the children who minded bobbins in the weave-room and who were young enough to be tired and even timid.  One of these doffers, a pale, pleasant-looking child, was all fluffy with cotton that had clung to her little dark plaid dress.  When Mrs. Kilpatrick spoke to her she answered in a hoarse voice that appealed to one’s sympathy.  You felt that the hot room and dry cotton were to blame for such hoarseness; it had nothing to do with the weather.

“Where are you living now, Maggie, dear?” the old woman asked.

“I’m in Callahan’s yet, but they won’t keep me after to-day,” said the child.  “There’s a man wants to get board there, they’re changing round in the rooms and they’ve no place for me.  Mis’ Callahan couldn’t keep me ’less I’d get my pay raised.”

Mrs. Kilpatrick gave a quick glance at Mary Cassidy.  “Come home with me then, till yez get a bite o’ dinner, and we’ll talk about it,” she said kindly to the child.  “I’d a wish for company the day.”

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