The Maid of SkerBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Maid of Sker
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Foundlings -- Fiction; Romance fiction; Wales -- Fiction
Bunny was so overpowered by this, after all that she had done, and at
the air of pity wherewith her proud ornament was flung on the floor,
that she could only look at me as if I had cheated her about it. And
truly I had seen no need to tell her about mother Jones and her blind.
Then these little ones got up, having sense of a natural discordance of
rank between them, and Bunny no longer wiped the eyes of Bardie, nor
Bardie wept in the arms of Bunny. They put their little hands behind
them, and stood apart to think a bit, and watched each other shyly. To
see them move their mouths and fingers, and peep from the corners of
their eyes, was as good as almost any play without a hornpipe in it. It
made no difference, however. Very soon they came to settle it between
them. The low-born Bunny looked down upon Bardie for being so much
smaller, and the high-born Bardie looked down upon Bunny for being so
much coarser. But neither was able to tell the other at all what her
opinion was; and so, without any further trouble, they became very
excellent playmates.
Doing my best to make them friends, I seized the little stranger, and
gave her several good tosses-up, as well as tickles between them; and
this was more than she could resist, being, as her nature shows,
thoroughly fond of any kind of pleasure and amusement. She laughed, and
she flung out her arms, and every time she made such jumps as to go up
like a feather. Pretty soon I saw, however, that this had gone on too
long for Bunny. She put her poor handkerchief out of sight, and then
some fingers into her mouth, and she looked as black as a dog in a
kennel. But Bardie showed good-nature now, for she ran up to Bunny and
took her hand and led her to me, and said very nicely, "Give this ickle
gal some, old Davy. She haven't had no pay at all. Oh, hot boofley
buckens oo's got! Jolly, jolly! Keel song grand!"
This admiration of my buttons--which truly were very handsome, being on
my regulation-coat, and as good as gilt almost, with "Minotaur" (a kind
of grampus, as they say) done round them--this appreciation of the navy
made me more and more perceive what a dear child was come ashore to us,
and that we ought to look alive to make something out of her. If she had
any friends remaining (and they could scarcely have all been drowned),
being, as she clearly was, of a high and therefore rich family, it might
be worth ten times as much as even my boat had been to me, to keep her
safe and restore her in a fat state when demanded. With that I made up
my mind to take her home with me that very night, especially as Bunny
seemed to have set up a wonderful fancy to her. But man sees single, God
sees double, as our saying is, and her bits of French made me afraid
that she might after all be a beggar.
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