The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh; and the Irish Sketch BookThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh; and the Irish Sketch Book
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Ireland -- Description and travel; Paris (France) -- Description and travel
‘Well, I got a little work here, and a little there; but still I was a
burden at home rather than a breadwinner; and, at the closing in of the
winter, was very glad to hear of a place at two leagues’ distance, where
work, they said, was to be had. Off I set, one morning, to find it, but
missed my way, somehow, until it was night-time before I
arrived.--Night-time and snow again; it seemed as if all my journeys
were to be made in this bitter weather.
‘When I came to the farmers door, his house was shut up, and his people
all a-bed; I knocked for a long while in vain; at last he made his
appearance at a window upstairs, and seemed so frightened, and looked so
angry, that I suppose he took me for a thief. I told him how I had come
for work. “Who comes for work at such an hour?” said he. “Go home, you
impudent baggage, and do not disturb honest people out of their sleep.”
He banged the window to; and so I was left alone to shift for myself as
I might. There was no shed, no cowhouse, where I could find a bed; so I
got under a cart, on some straw; it was no very warm berth. I could not
sleep for the cold; and the hours passed so slowly, that it seemed as if
I had been there a week, instead of a night; but still it was not so bad
as the first night when I left home, and when the good farmer found me.
‘In the morning, before it was light, the farmer’s people came out, and
saw me crouching under the cart: they told me to get up; but I was so
cold that I could not: at last the man himself came, and recognised me
as the girl who had disturbed him the night before. When he heard my
name and the purpose for which I came, this good man took me into the
house, and put me into one of the beds out of which his sons had just
got; and if I was cold before, you may be sure I was warm and
comfortable now: such a bed as this I had never slept in, nor ever did I
have such good milk-soup as he gave me out of his own breakfast. Well,
he agreed to hire me; and what do you think he gave me?--six sous a day!
and let me sleep in the cowhouse besides: you may fancy how happy I was
now, at the prospect of earning so much money.
‘There was an old woman among the labourers who used to sell us soup: I
got a cupful every day for a halfpenny, with a bit of bread in it; and
might eat as much beetroot besides as I liked: not a very wholesome
meal, to be sure, but God took care that it should not disagree with me.
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