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Nuttie's Father

Nuttie's Father

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Chapter 1 ST. AMBROSE'S CHOIR.

Word Count: 1612    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

be it

t's honour is t

he stout weather-proof family roof down to the daintiest fringed toy of a parasol. There were a Guild Hall and a handsome Corn Market. There was a Modern School for the boys, and a High School for the girls, and a School of A

e open spaces between. One of these arms was known as St. Ambrose's Road, in right of the church, an incomplete structure in yellow brick, consisting of a handsome chancel, the

bly they were sure to try to get into the choir of the old church, which had a foundation that fed, clothed, taught, and finally apprenticed them. So, though the little fellows were clad in surplices and cass

s his master, newly risen from lying outside the church door; a gentle, somewhat drooping lady in black, not yet middle-aged and very pretty; a small eager, unformed, black-eyed girl, who could hardly keep back her words for the

to go?' was the questio

nds won't bear it. Mr. Dutton says we must

the Crystal Palace. A trump

tie only wriggled her shoulders, though her voice was a trifle l

ed in a quieter voi

ple aren't ready for that, but what they have let

Miss Egremont hersel

nleaf's children have scarlatina, so we can't go to Horton Bisho

d Nuttie; 'Mrs. Greenl

outh Beach are so st

ould ever be stale,'

ton was forbidden gr

'but now the new people are come I expect great

ntentiously that all her hearers laughed and as

hole lot of them came

alk and all their observations I never heard. "I don't like this style," one of them said. "Such ugly useless things! I never see anything pretty and neatly finished such as we used to do.

y. 'I confess that I was struck by the good breeding and courtesy o

patronising you, and my bl

in the park of so much ignorance, fo

ttie never said that,' excl

rth the doing is the qu

do not despise,

ome ecclesiastical rema

a river,' ad

discoveries for the Scientific Society. I shall note down every individual crea

much, if not more, in that case,' said Miss Mary; 'but you n

county people

d Mr. Dutton, 'with all deference

e girl defiantly. 'That's all I know about

gremont, with some pain in the soft sweet voice, which, if it ha

cal man. The opposite neighbours were a master of the Modern School and a scholar. Indeed, the saying of the vicar, the Rev. Francis Spyers, was, and St. Ambrose's Road was proud of it, that it was a professional place. Every one had something to do either with schools or umbrellas, scarcely excepting the doctor and the solicitor, for the former attended the pupils and the latter supplied them. Mr. Dutton was a partner in the umbrella factory, and lived, as the younger folk said, as the old bachelor of the Road. Had he not a housekeeper, a poodle, and a cat; and was not his house, with lovely sill boxes full of flowers in the windo

n; but had almost immediately lost her husband at sea, and on this her aunt had settled at Micklethwayte to make a home for her and her child, at first taking pupils, but when the High School was set up, changing these into boarders; while Mrs. Egremont went as daily governess to the children of a family

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