The Distracted Preacher
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can I get you anything else for tea, she said, Coming forward, a step or two, an expression of liveliness on her features and her hand waving the door by its edge. Nothing. Thank you, said Stockdale, thinking less of what he replied than of what might be her relation to the household. You are quite sure, said the young woman, apparently aware that he had not considered his answer. He conscientiously examined the tea things and found them all there. Quite sure, Miss Newberry, he said. It is Mrs Newberry. She said, Lizzie Newbury. I used to be Lizzie Simpkins. Oh, I beg your pardon, Mrs Newberry. And before he had occasion to say more, she left the room. Stockdale remained in some doubt till Martha Sarah came to clear the table. Whose house is this? My little woman, said he Mrs Lizzie Newberry's sir. Then Mrs Newberry is not the old lady I saw this afternoon. No, that's Mrs Newberry's mother. It was Mrs Newberry who come did to see you just by now, because she wanted to see if you was good luck in. Later in the evening, when Stockdale was about to begin supper, she came again. I have come myself, Mr Stockdale, she said. The minister stood up in acknowledgement of the honour. I am afraid little Martha might not make you understand. What will you have for supper? There's cold rabbit and there's a ham uncut, Stockdale said. He could get on nicely with those fiends, and supper was late. He had no more than cut a slice when tap tap came to the door again. The minister had already learned that this particular rhythm in taps denoted the fingers of his in Qin Ling, Land Lady on the doomed young fellow buried his first mouthful under a look of receptive blandness. We have a chicken in the house, Mr Stockdale. I quite forgot to mention it just now. Perhaps you would like Martha Sarah to bring it up. Stockdale had advanced far enough in the art of being a young man to say that he did not want the chicken unless she brought it up herself. But when it was uttered, he blushed at the daring gallantry of the speech, perhaps a shade too strong for a serious man and a minister. In three minutes, the chicken appeared, but to his great surprise, only in the hands of Martha, Sarah Stockdale was disappointed, which perhaps it was intended that he should be