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that she was still making her moan over matters and things
in general, and that in some way she seemed to be blaming her own

dear mother. She looked displeased and turned away; but here Mrs.
Granby, who had her head in a wardrobe, looking for a large sheet of
paper, withdrew it and came to the front.
"Well," she said, raising her voice so that it might be heard above the
rattle of the stiff paper which she unfolded and wrapped about the
completed work Jane was to carry back, "well, if so be as you enjoy
bein' 'down-trod,' as you do enjoy most things as other folks don't find
pleasin', there ain't nobody goin' to hinder you; but you look here, Mrs.
Flemin', you nor nobody else ain't goin' to cast no slurs onter Mrs.
Bradford which there never was a better lady, nor one that was so far
from down-treadin' folks but more like to be upliftin' 'em if only they'll
let themselves be uplift, an' all her family the same an' the little ladies
brought up accordin'; so, if you please, no slurs on any of 'em afore me
an' Mary Richards which we would have feelin's on account of it an'
wouldn't stan' it in this house. I don't see why you can't live agreeable
like other folks; an' it does fret me outer patience to hear a body
mortifyin' the Lord's mercies an' you such a heapin' lot sent to you this
very winter, an' it's for your own good I speak, which the Lord He does
get out of patience with us sometimes I do believe when we're faithless
an' mistrustin', an' takes back His blessin's when He finds we don't hold
'em in no appreciation."
By this time Mrs. Fleming had dissolved into tears and buried her face
in an already much bewept pocket-handkerchief.
Seeing this Mrs. Granby resumed in a soothing tone and with some
self-reproach.
"But just hear me now rattlin' on about my neighbors' short-comin's an'
me plenty of my own, me that ain't a woman of many words neither.
There, Mrs. Flemin', don't mind, an' if you've a min' to compose your
feelin's in the kitchen just step in an' I'll fit your dress soon's Jane's
business is over."
But Mrs. Fleming had no idea of retiring to privacy to compose her
"feelin's;" she preferred to indulge them in public, and she sat still,
sobbing only the louder. The situation was becoming embarrassing to
the young party, and Maggie, with her usual ready tact, seized upon an
opening to change the subject.
"Why, Mrs. Granby," she said, "I did not know you made dresses. I
thought you only did plain sewing such as you have done for our

family."
"I do a bit at it, Miss Maggie," answered the seamstress; "though, to be
sure, I wouldn't undertake to dress-make for ladies like your ma and
aunts an' the like, but for them as hasn't much ambition as to their
figgers, I can make out, an' I did tell Mrs. Flemin' I'd fit hers, so she
could make it herself an' she shouldn't have to do no expenses about it,
for it's on'y right we should all lend a helpin' hand, an' where would me
an' the Richardses be if your folks hadn't thought the same an' acted
accordin', which there's never a night on my bended knees I don't ask
the Almighty's blessin' on you, an' there's none more deserves it, an' I
do b'lieve the dear Lord's of the same way of thinkin', for there's none
as I see happier nor more prosperin' an' does one's heart good to see it,
an' never will I forget the night we was in such a peck of troubles an'
seein' no way out of 'em me an' the Richardses, an' your pa comin' in
an' turnin' the tide, an' since then, yes, ever since, all goin' so
comfortable an' pleasant with us. I did think when I saw Mr. Bradford's
face that night I first opened the door to him that he was the
agreeablest-lookin' gentleman I ever did see, but me no idea what a
blessin' he was a bringin' us all an' help outer our troubles, which the
Richardses' troubles is always mine too. But I declare, just hear me
runnin' on, as I always do if I get on them times; you'd think I was the
greatest hand to talk ever was."
Lily was having her "fun," and she was quite loth to take leave when
Mrs. Granby had the parcel ready and Maggie made the move to go.
"I'm sure, Miss Maggie," said Mrs. Richards, "that I am truly glad to
hear that Miss Neville is likely to get well. I suppose she'll be leaving
her uncle's