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
Hereupon I gave Bunny a nice little smack, and had a great mind to let
her taste the stick which she had invoked so eagerly. However, she
roared enough without it, because her feelings were deeply hurt. Bardie
also cried for company, or, perhaps, at my serious aspect, until I put
her down on her knees and bade her say her prayers, and have done with
it. At the same time it struck me how stupid I was not to have asked
about this before, inasmuch as even a child's religion may reveal some
of its history.
She knelt as prettily as could be, with her head thrown back, and her
tiny palms laid together upon her breast, and thus she said her simple
prayer.
"Pay God bless dear papa, and mama, and ickle bother. Gentle Jesus, meek
and mild, 'ook upon a ickle shild, and make me a good gal. Amen."
Then she got up and kissed poor Bunny, and was put into bed as good as
gold, and slept like a little dormouse till morning.
Take it altogether now, we had a happy time of it. Every woman in Newton
praised me for my kindness to the child; and even the men who had too
many could not stand against Bardie's smile. They made up, indeed, some
scandalous story, as might have been expected, about my relationship to
the baby, and her sudden appearance so shortly after my poor wife's
death. However, by knocking three men down, I produced a more active
growth of charity in our neighbourhood.
And very soon a thing came to pass, such as I never could have
expected, and of a nature to lift me (even more than the free use of my
pole) for a period of at least six months, above the reach of libel,
from any one below the rank of a justice of the peace. This happened
just as follows:--One night the children were snug in bed, and finding
the evenings long, because the days were shortening in so fast--which
seemed to astonish everybody--it came into my head to go no more than
outside my own door, and into the "Jolly Sailors." For the autumn seemed
to be coming on, and I like to express my opinions upon that point in
society; never being sure where I may be before ever another autumn.
Moreover, the landlord was not a man to be neglected with impunity. He
never liked his customers to stay too long away from him, any more than
our parson did; and pleasant as he was when pleased, and generous in the
way of credit to people with any furniture, nothing was more sure to vex
him, than for a man without excuse, to pretend to get on without him.
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