Mrs Lirripers Legacy | Page 9

the street in the fog it was the dismallest of
the dismal and not a light to be seen. So at last I save to myself "This
will not do," and I puts on my oldest bonnet and shawl not wishing
Miss Wozenham to be reminded of my best at such a time, and lo and
behold you I goes over to Wozenham's and knocks. "Miss Wozenham
at home?" I says turning my head when I heard the door go. And then I
saw it was Miss Wozenham herself who had opened it and sadly worn
she was poor thing and her eyes all swelled and swelled with crying.
"Miss Wozenham" I says "it is several years since there was a little
unpleasantness betwixt us on the subject of my grandson's cap being
down your Airy. I have overlooked it and I hope you have done the
same." "Yes Mrs. Lirriper" she says in a surprise, I have." "Then my
dear" I says "I should be glad to come in and speak a word to you."
Upon my calling her my dear Miss Wozenham breaks out a crying
most pitiful, and a not unfeeling elderly person that might have been
better shaved in a nightcap with a hat over it offering a polite apology
for the mumps having worked themselves into his constitution, and also
for sending home to his wife on the bellows which was in his hand as a
writing- desk, looks out of the back parlour and says "The lady wants a
word of comfort" and goes in again. So I was able to say quite natural
"Wants a word of comfort does she sir? Then please the pigs she shall
have it!" And Miss Wozenham and me we go into the front room with a
wretched light that seemed to have been crying too and was sputtering
out, and I says "Now my dear, tell me all," and she wrings her hands
and says "O Mrs. Lirriper that man is in possession here, and I have not
a friend in the world who is able to help me with a shilling."
It doesn't signify a bit what a talkative old body like me said to Miss
Wozenham when she said that, and so I'll tell you instead my dear that
I'd have given thirty shillings to have taken her over to tea, only I
durstn't on account of the Major. Not you see but what I knew I could

draw the Major out like thread and wind him round my finger on most
subjects and perhaps even on that if I was to set myself to it, but him
and me had so often belied Miss Wozenham to one another that I was
shamefaced, and I knew she had offended his pride and never mine,
and likewise I felt timid that that Rairyganoo girl might make things
awkward. So I says "My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear
my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs." And we
had the tea and the affairs too and after all it was but forty pound,
and--There! she's as industrious and straight a creeter as ever lived and
has paid back half of it already, and where's the use of saying more,
particularly when it ain't the point? For the point is that when she was a
kissing my hands and holding them in hers and kissing them again and
blessing blessing blessing, I cheered up at last and I says "Why what a
waddling old goose I have been my dear to take you for something so
very different!" "Ah but I too" says she "how have I mistaken YOU!"
"Come for goodness' sake tell me" I says "what you thought of me?"
"O" says she "I thought you had no feeling for such a hard
hand-to-mouth life as mine, and were rolling in affluence." I says
shaking my sides (and very glad to do it for I had been a choking quite
long enough) "Only look at my figure my dear and give me your
opinion whether if I was in affluence I should be likely to roll in it?
"That did it? We got as merry as grigs (whatever THEY are, if you
happen to know my dear--I don't) and I went home to my blessed home
as happy and as thankful as could be. But before I make an end of it,
think even of my having misunderstood the Major! Yes! For next
forenoon the Major came into my little room with his brushed hat in his
hand and he begins "My dearest madam--" and then put his face in his
hat as if he had just come into church. As I sat all in a maze