"He'll have to put up with calf's head, that he will," said Mrs.

Goodenough, solemnly. "If I'd ha' got my usual health I'd copy out

a receipt of my grandmother's for a rolled calf's head, and send it

to Mrs. Gibson--the doctor has been very kind to me all through this

illness--I wish my daughter in Combermere would send me some autumn

chickens--I'd pass 'em on to the doctor, that I would; but she's been

a-killing of 'em all, and a-sending of them to me, and the last she

sent she wrote me word was the last."

"I wonder if they'll give a party for him!" suggested Miss Phoebe.

"I should like to see a Queen's counsel for once in my life. I have

seen javelin-men, but that's the greatest thing in the legal line I

ever came across."

"They'll ask Mr. Ashton, of course," said Miss Browning. "The three

black graces, Law, Physic, and Divinity, as the song calls them.

Whenever there's a second course, there's always the clergyman of the

parish invited in any family of gentility."

"I wonder if he's married!" said Mrs. Goodenough. Miss Phoebe had

been feeling the same wonder, but had not thought it maidenly to

express it, even to her sister, who was the source of knowledge,

having met Mrs. Gibson in the street on her way to Mrs. Goodenough's.

"Yes, he's married, and must have several children, for Mrs. Gibson

said that Cynthia Kirkpatrick had paid them a visit in London, to

have lessons with her cousins. And she said that his wife was a most

accomplished woman, and of good family, though she brought him no

fortune."

"It's a very creditable connection, I'm sure; it's only a wonder

to me as how we've heard so little talk of it before," said Mrs.

Goodenough. "At the first look of the thing, I shouldn't ha' thought

Mrs. Gibson was one to hide away her fine relations under a bushel;

indeed, for that matter, we're all of us fond o' turning the best

breadth o' the gown to the front. I remember, speaking o' breadths,

how I've undone my skirts many a time and oft to put a stain or a

grease-spot next to poor Mr. Goodenough. He'd a soft kind of heart

when first we was married, and he said, says he, 'Patty, link thy

right arm into my left one, then thou'lt be nearer to my heart;' and

so we kept up the habit, when, poor man, he'd a deal more to think on

than romancing on which side his heart lay; so, as I said, I always

put my damaged breadths on the right hand, and when we walked arm in

arm, as we always did, no one was never the wiser."




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