A brother to dragons, and other old-time talesRives, Amélie
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A brother to dragons, and other old-time tales
Rives, Amélie
American fiction -- 19th century
But one day as I sate i' th' kitchen, a-cosseting o' my lame arm as
though 't had been a babe, I hear a sound o' wheels and a clatter o'
horses' hoofs; and, lo! there be a chariot pulled up afore the door,
with four gray horses a-making play with their trappings, and a
coachman, all wig and gilding, a-sitting on th' box. And ere a could
move, out steps a fine dame, with her hair all in hillocks, as 'twere,
and a paling o' lace round about her head, like as 't had been a
flower-garden, and a farthingale to 'a' covered th' big malt-pot with as
little to-do as a hen covers an egg. And up comes she to th' door, and
her tire-woman a-holding of her robes, and two footmen going before, and
in she comes--like as though Riches and Death had a' th' same right to
enter a poor man's house without knocking. And saith she to me, saith
she, a-filling up o' the room with her finery, like a cuckoo ruffling
out its feathers in another bird's nest, saith she,
"Be this th' cottage o' Humfrey Lemon th' farrier?" saith she.
"It be so; and I be he," saith I.
"And be thou th' father o' th' wench they call th' Farrier Lass o'
Piping Pebworth?" saith she.
"I be, an' proud o't," say I, a-beginning to think that she might 'a'
knocked at th' door, for all her greatness.
"Where's th' lass?" saith she, as she might 'a' said "Where's my glove?"
Then saith I, "Madam," saith I, "most like she's gone about her
business," saith I.
"My good man," saith she, after a fashion that did cause me to feel
aught but good--"my good man," saith she, "dost thou know to whom thou
speakest?"
"Verily," saith I, "thou art ahead o' me there, madam."
"Boor," saith she, "I am the Lady o' Balfour Hall."
"An' so could my lass 'a' been, had she willed it," saith I; but ere I
could further forget myself, in comes Keren by another door, and she
saith,
"Father, do thou go out, and leave me to speak with this lady." Then to
th' dame she saith, "Your ladyship," saith she, "I am Keren Lemon, that
be called th' Farrier Lass. What wouldst thou with me?"
Then I got me out o' th' room, but not out o' hearing distance; and this
is what followed:
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