God bless her! I say, an' a rough life et must be for her."
Tamsin turned away towards the fireplace, and became very busy among
the pot-hooks and hangers. Her brother pulled out a red
handkerchief--a fellow to the one around his neck--mopped his face
and proceeded--
"Well, as I was a-saying, seein' she was bent on bein' wi' us, Paul
and me allowed to each other that we'd set up in fine style at Kit's
House, so as not to rob her of what es her doo: that es to say--one
of us wou'd live down there wi' a car'ge and pair o' hosses, and cut
a swell wi' dinner parties an' what-not, while the other bided here
an' tilled 'taties, turn and turn about. But she wudn' hear o' that,
neither. She's a terrible stubborn gal, bless her!"
"We shou'd ha' been slow at larnin' the ropes, just at fust," he
resumed after a moment's silence, "not bein' scholards, partikler at
the use o' globes, which I _have_ heerd es diffycult, though very
entertainin' in company when you knows how 'tes done. But we was
ready to try a hand--on'y she wudn' have et, an' so et has gone on.
But, beggin' your pardon, sir, and hopin' no offence, she shall give
her answer afore 'tes too late. Eh, Paul?"
"You have spoken, Peter," said the other twin, very slowly, "like a
printed book. Let Tamsin speak her mind about et.
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