human
Lord! exclaimed Adam again, balanced now upon a ladder, and pausing to wipe his brow with one hand and with a picture swinging in the other,
gpt
Lord! what ever will Miss Anthea say, Mr. Belloo sir!
human
Ah! nodded Bellew thoughtfully,
gpt
I wonder!
human
What do you suppose she'll say, Miss Priscilla, mam?
gpt
I think you'd better be careful of that picture, Adam!
human
Which means, said Bellew, smiling down into Miss Priscilla's young, bright eyes,
gpt
Well, Mr. Bellew, she'll be very--glad, of course,--happier I think, than you or I can guess, because I know she loves every stick, and stave of that old furniture,--but--
human
But! nodded Bellew,
gpt
Mr. Bellew, if Anthea,--God bless her dear heart!--but if she has a fault--it is pride, Mr. Bellew, Pride! Pride! Pride!--with a capital P!
human
Yes, she is very proud.
gpt
She'll be that 'appy-'earted, said Adam, pausing near-by with a great armful of miscellaneous articles,
human
I rose this morning--very early, Mr. Bellew,--Oh! very early! said Miss Priscilla, following Adam's laden figure with watchful eyes,
gpt
Ah!
human
Oh dear yes!--had been up--hours! And what--what do you suppose she was doing?
gpt
She was rubbing and polishing that old side-board that you paid such a dreadful price for,--down on her knees before it,--yes she was! and polishing, and rubbing, and--crying all the while. Oh dear heart! such great, big tears,--and so very quiet! When she heard my little stick come tapping along she tried to hide them,--I mean her tears, of course, Mr. Bellew, and when I drew her dear, beautiful head down into my arms, she--tried to smile. 'I'm so very silly, Aunt Priscilla,' she said, crying more than ever, 'but it _is_ so hard to let the old things be taken away,--you see,--I do _love_ them so! I tell you all this, Mr. Bellew, because I like you,--ever since you took the trouble to pick up a ball of worsted for a poor, old lame woman--in an orchard,--first impressions, you know. And secondly, I tell you all this to explain to you why I--hum!--
human
Threw a kiss--from a minstrel's gallery, to a most unworthy individual, Aunt Priscilla?
gpt
Threw you a kiss, Mr. Bellew,--I had to,--the side-board you know,--on her knees--you understand?
human
I understand!
gpt
You see, Mr. Belloo sir, said Adam, at this juncture, speaking from beneath an inlaid table which he held balanced upon his head,--