icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Two Suffolk Friends

Chapter 6 THE ONLY DARTER.

Word Count: 1410    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

rgyman's Remi

ivver hev a darter?" "Sar," sez I, "I had one once, but she ha' been d

tho' I'd nivver a wadd [52c] to s?a aginst Susan, yet I thowt I wanted some one to look arter her and the bors. Gals want a mother more than bors. So arter a year I married my second wife, and a rale good wife she ha' bin to me.

re she could. So she got a place where they took in lodgers, and Susan and her missus did all the cookin' and waitin' between 'em. Susan sed arterwards that 'twarn't what she had to dew, but the runnin' up-stairs; that's what killt her. There was one owd gentleman, who lived at the top of the house. He'd ring his bell, and if she din't go di-reckly, he'd ring and ring agen, fit to bring the house down. One daa he rung three times, but Susan was set fast, and coon't go; and when she did, he sp?ok so sharp,

an, 'Well, my dear,' sez he, 'how do yeou feel to-day?' She s?a, 'Kind o' middlin', sir.' She towd me that one o' the young gentlemen sort o' laffed when he h'ard her, and stopped behind and saa to her, 'Do yeou cum out o' Suffolk?' She s?a, 'Yes; what, do yeou know me?' She was so pleased! He axed her where she cum from, and when she towd him, he s?a, 'I know th

her, and when the nuss went with her to the station, he holp her into the cab, and gov her th

ly beat. She coon't eat nawthin'. Arter a bit, she tuk off her bonnet, and then I see she han't no hair, 'cept a werry little. That wh?lly beat me, she used to hev such nice hair. Well, we got her to bed, and for a whole week she coon't howd up at all. Then she fare to git better, and cum down-stairs, and sot by the fire, and begun to pick a little. And so she went on, when the summer cum, sometimes better and sometimes wuss. But she spook werry little, and din't seem to git on no better with my wife. Yar father used to cum and see her and

utside the bed close to Susan; Susan was kind o' strokin' her face, and I h'ard her s?a, 'Kiss me, mother de

al, but I nivver h'ard her sing so sweetsome as she did then. Arter she'd finished, she knockt sharp, and we went di-reckly. There she l?a-I can see her now-as white as the sheets she l?a in. 'Father,' sez she

only darter

Dut

ts against Disestablishment? [57] Anyhow, to support such arguments, I will here cite an ancient ditty of my father's.

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open