[Nancy by Rhoda Broughton]@TWC D-Link bookNancy CHAPTER I 8/8
"Pay no attention to her." "'What great events from trivial causes spring!' as the poet says: you may live to bless the day that old Roger crossed our doors." "As how ?" says Barbara, laughing, and rocking herself backward and forward in a veteran American rocking-chair which, at different periods of our history, has served most of us the dirty turn of tipping us over, and presenting us reversed to the eyes of our family. "Never you mind," repeats the Brat, oracularly; "truth is stranger than fiction! odd things happen: I read in the paper the other day of a man who pulled up the window for an old woman in the train, and she died at once--I do not mean on the spot, but very soon after, and when she died--listen, please, all of you--" (speaking very slowly and impressively)--"she left him _two thousand pounds_ a year." "I wish I saw the application," answers Barbara, still rocking and sighing. "Mind that you set a stool for his gouty foot," says Algy, feeling for his faint mustache, "and run and search for his spectacle-case, when he has mislaid it." "Seriously," say I, "what a grand thing it would be for the family if he were to adopt you, Barbara!" "Or me," suggests the Brat, standing before the fire with his coat-tails under his arm.
"Why not _me_? My manners to the aged are always considered particularly happy." "Here he is!" cries Tou Tou from the window, whither she has retired, and now stands, like a heron, on one leg, leaning her elbow on the sill. "Here is the dog-cart turning the corner!" We all make a rush to the casement. "Yes, there he is! sure enough! our future benefactor!" says Algy, looking over the rest of our heads, and making a counterfeit greeting.--"Welcome, welcome, good old man!" "And father, all affability, pointing out the house," supplements Bobby. We laugh grimly. "But who is it he has in the fly ?" say I, as the second vehicle follows the first.
"His harem, I suppose! half a dozen old Wampoos." "His valet, to be sure," replies the Brat, chidingly, "with his stays, and his evening wig, and the calves of his legs.".
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