" 'Now you 've done it,' cried Sally, as Mary scratched like a mad rat, and a door creaked below, for Miss Cotton was not deaf.
Sally dived into her bed, recklessly demolishing the last pie, and scattering the candy far and wide.
"That'll do, you needn't go no furder." It was Aunt Sally. She was boring right into me with her eyes, and very indignant.
"Aunt Sally, without knowing it--and of course without intending it--you are in the wrong.
'Oh yes, indeed,' cried Miss Sally; 'you want my help, don't you?
'All I know is,' said Miss Sally, smiling drily, for she delighted in nothing so much as irritating her brother, 'that if every one of your clients is to force us to keep a clerk, whether we want to or not, you had better leave off business, strike yourself off the roll, and get taken in execution, as soon as you can.'
Next door to Sally's Aunt Jane, in a cosy little cottage with a wonderful little garden, lived Thomas Kitchener, a large, grave, self-sufficing young man, who, by sheer application to work, had become already, though only twenty-five, second gardener at the Hall.
The nature of his friendship with Sally's Aunt Jane and old Mr Williams, her husband, was comfortable rather than rollicking.
Athelny and Philip installed themselves in the great monkish chairs, and Sally brought them in two plates of beef, Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes, and cabbage.
At that moment Sally came in with the beer, and, having poured out a glass for Philip, went to the other side of the table to pour some out for her father.
"Clah to goodness I hain't no notion, Miss' Sally
. She wuz on de clo'sline yistiddy, but she done gone: she ain' dah no mo' now."
"But Lors ha' massy, how did you get near such mud as that?" said Sally
, making a wry face, as she stooped down and examined the corpus delicti .