“I shall be much beholden to you,” shouted the sonorous atom.
She gave him her stool: curiosity bowed his pride to sit on it; and Margaret murmured the first part of the letter into his ear very low, not to disturb Eli and Richart. And to do this, she leaned forward and put her lovely face cheek by jowl with Giles's hideous one: a strange contrast, and worth a painter's while to try and represent. And in this attitude Catherine found her, and all the mother warmed towards her, and she exchanged an eloquent glance with little Kate.
The latter smiled, and sewed, with drooping lashes.
“Get him home on the instant,” roared Giles. “I'll make a man of him.”
“Hear the boy!” said Catherine, half comically, half proudly.
“We hear him,” said Richart; “a mostly makes himself heard when a do speak.”
Sybrandt. “Which will get to him first?”
Cornelis (gloomily). “Who can tell?”