Clover. When next you goes
tale-telling to my awnt, she says--just as nasty as she could--when
next you goes making trouble with my Aunt Louisa, she says, you can
tell her, she says, that there's nobody but me knows where her
'usband is, and what he's a-doin' of but I wouldn't let her know,
she says, not if it was to save her from death and burial in the
workus! That's what Polly said to me this very morning, and the
words made that impression on my mind that I shall never forget them
to the last day of my life."
" Did you ever!" exclaimed or rather murmured Mrs. Clover, for she
was astonished and agitated. Her face lost its wholesome tone for a
moment, her hands moved as if to repel something, and at length she
sat quite still gazing at Mrs. Bubb.
"And don't you think it queer," put in Mr. Gammon, "that we never
hit on that?"
"I'm sure I should never have thought of such a thing," replied Mrs.
Clover heavily, despondently.
"And who knows," cried Mrs. Bubb, "whether it's true after all?
Polly's been that nasty, how if she's made it up just to spite us?"
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