Country life -- Fiction; Dorset (England) -- Fiction; Short stories
“‘ A shillin’!’ says Annie’s young man all of a sudden; it did really
seem, Mrs. Andrews, as if he couldn’t hold back.
“‘Eighteenpence!’ says ’Neas.
“‘Two shillin’!’ cries Tom.”
“Tch, tch, tch,” commented Mrs. Andrews, clicking her tongue in amazed
condemnation of such wanton extravagance, though she knew quite as well
as Mrs. Stickly what was coming next.
“If you’ll believe me,” said Maria triumphantly, “they did run up the
price o’ that there plate to five shillin’ before they’d done! Five
shillin’! That were Tom’s bid; and ’Neas, he did laugh and shake his
head and say, ‘’Tis half my week’s wages—I can’t go no further, Maria; ye
must take the will for the deed.’
“Annie’s young man had dropped off some time before, so now the plate
were knocked down to Tom; and he did put his hand in his pocket like a
lord and pull out his money. But when he did come to count it there
weren’t above four-and-sixpence all together.
“‘Lend me sixpence, somebody,’ says he.
“Thank ’ee for nothin’,’ says ’Neas; ‘if it be goin’ for
four-and-sixpence I’ll have it myself.’
“‘An’ I’m sure I sha’n’t lend you sixpence, Tom,’ says Annie’s young man.
‘It be simple waste to gi’e so much for that there plate.’
“‘Well, ’tis a deal o’ money, surely,’ says Tom. Folks were a-gatherin’
round, d’ye see, and starin’, and laughin’, and nudgin’ of each other,
and Tom began to feel he were lookin’ a fool.
“‘There’ll be naught left for a bit o’ nuncheon,’ says he, half to
himself.
“‘Oh, pray don’t waste your money on I,’ says I, and the tears did spring
to my eyes.
“‘That’s true, too,’ said ’Neas to Tom, ‘we ha’n’t had a bite yet, nor so
much as a glass o’ beer.’
“It looked as if I were not a-goin’ to have my plate at all, though
they’d all been fightin’ who was a-goin’ to give it to I. I’m sure my
cheeks was redder than any roses could be, as I stood listenin’ to ’em;
and all at once I raised my eyes, and there was John lookin’ across at
me. And then I did feel myself go pale, and my head did begin to go
round and round, I were that ashamed o’ myself and of all as had been
goin’ on. But the next thing I did hear was John’s voice:—
“‘Five shillin’, did ye say? There it is; I’ll take it.’ And in another
minute he’d a-put the plate in my hand.
“‘There it be, my maid,’ says he; ‘I don’t think it too much to give
since you fancy it.’
“‘Well done!’ cries the folks; ‘here be the right man at last, ’tis the
proper spirit for a lover.’ And then they began to clap en on the back,
and to laugh, and wish him well, and ax him when the weddin’ was to be,
and I don’t know what besides. I did scarce know which way to look, I
were that ashamed, and yet that pleased; and John he did pull my hand
through his arm, and he did lead I out of the row of booths, and away
from the crowd, till we come to a quiet corner of the big field, and
there we did sit down, and he did say, smilin’ like:—
“‘Next year ye’ll come to see the harses wi’ me, Maria?’
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