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CHAPTER XNL
THE GREYHOUND INN
Through a fruitful land bounded by blue
hills i'll places dark with the soft grouping
of trees, and here and there break Of lus-
trous water, went the white level road
that led to Winston; corntirlds to right
and lett and tracts of vivid green soar
Ing, ami the bland eye of the ocean shining
between the two tall heights of cliff
Along this road, with steps that offered no
defiance to time, walked Jenny and her old
companion
At last, coming to turn of the roai-a
truly magnificent bend of lofty hedge, with
golden monuments of hay behind, and a
rich cool orchard beyond again-there ap-
peared at the very bottom, or end of it,
rather for level as river it ran just here,
a gray stone front with ivy grandIy en-
dowed, and furth r on a row of little cot
tages with a church to the right of them.
pointing a flaming ap'X b. heaven.
Here We are. dearie!' exclaimed Mrs
Mead Winston at last, And the Lord
/ bless it for coming upon us just when I'm be
| ginning TO think thy box here hath some
pounds o lead at the bottom ont"
let me carry it now" said Jenny, in "a
| painfully languid voice.
No, no I'm still good for that bit o dis
tance Dive see that hoard hanging up yon-
der That's the Greyhound; an # there be
no fire i the kitchen that'n bile us a dish o
tea, Saly'Il have no more o my love.
though it bain't six o'clock yet, if the sun
don't lie.
/ A little inn was the Greyhound 10 take the
eve in a picture a sweet bit of rustic
/ painting, for simplicity inimitable The
building stood looking up the great high
way, of which the rOa from Greystone was
but a vein or tributary, 50 to speak. From
the upper windows of this inn the highway
could lie followed, rising and falling in a
/ white line, until To right and left it van
ished in tiny thread of white among the
blue shadows. This was the great road to
London from the southeastern coast Of Eng
land; and the coaches that ran upon it were,
by Greystono travellers, met twenty
miles onward Mt a famous ancient city, to
which they we're b rne by Mr. Franklin's
coach, chosen often in preference to this
stage of Winston, as it savei walk or the
hire of a hackney coach, and it was pleas
ant rida
'
eyes at the win lows and doors of the cot
tagcs, Mrs Mead, preceding Jenny. led the
way to the door Of the inn, and finding it
locked, put down the box and pulled the
house bell hari
They had not long TO wait A servant,
newly risen, came TO the glas; and after a
prolonged stare at Mrs Mead's features,
opened the door.
TIL IL a. =
come from Greystone to see her And take
this here box and lead US to a room wi chairs
int, whiles or legs have life in EN-, If We
don't want the job of carrying Of u.s." ex-
claimed Mrs. Mead And the girl, thus ad-
monished. Kidding the old lady OF her bur
den, conducted her and Jenny into parlor
to the right Of the bar.
With groan of weariness the old woman
tumhled herself down upon a chair and
Jenny sank languidlv upon a sofa
"Well, if ever | should ha' believed Wins
ton to be 50 far" exclaimed Mrs Mead, lift
ing il upon the table
How do We feel dear heart? Tired you
look as | niver see the like: but have prom
ised thee a good snatch o sleep betwiIt
breakfast and the coach hour. and that ven
e4b- <hlii hSlt - Nll'>t HlObttI 1 Tt
mimber as the prettieSt- wasted wench i
this part o the country. Don't courtesy TO
me, my dear for my bonesn not allow of
my rising. How are ve-hOw are ye"
She address i these words to a stout,
kindlyfaced Young woman, who had come
suddenly into the room. and now stood star
ing at and courteSying first TO Jenny and
then t. Mrs Mead
GSoIiy- ~ ba
have walked all the way from Greystone to
get sup o breakfast afore t coach starts
What have We git i the house to comfort
tn inside cf an old friend-and a lady,
whose beauty should make We proud to
sarve her' Speak out, my love, and niver
fear TO name thy choicest. Is it pretty
slice from tender side o bacon, with the
eggs which the hens are now singing over,
and a pot O. thy best tea. wi cream to give
it a dain'y color! That will do-that will
DO Sally; but I'll not gi We farden for it
all. il We don't make the sauCy wench, as
oSl"d me through your glass door, brisk in
cooking Of it"
"What! Mrs. Meadl Who'd iver ha'
thought of seeing you this time o marning!"
cried Mr. Walker in rich. Gear voice
"Where be We going by t colch' Not to Lun-
non, at thy time o life, Well well! only
last night did say TO Roger: Next time thee
goest to Greystone see that We fill the big
CeSt basket wi the largest gOoseberries for
Mrs. VI -ad. that she may know Sally is
alive and wishes her health How strange
now, An it's hreakfa,t vOure wanting at
oncet That YOU shall have an quickly
Hi. Martha she called at the door: and a
voice answered Here | be, miSsis!" Run
out and bring in what eggs We can find, and
first set the kttlP on; and if We stay talking
with jackanapas Johnny. I'll know You by
my clock. which | am looking at now!
There's breakfast for two to get, and il
your shoes hinder We from running, toss EN-
of"
She looked hack into the room with a
merry laugh which died away on her catch
ing sight OF Jennv's face for the girl had
lifted her veil. Observing the change OF ex-
preston in her friends face. Mrs Mead
frOwned knowingly upon her, with an eN-
tremely suggestive shake of the head and
then begged for the loan OF n pair OF slip
pers. which Mrs Walker Immediately went
To procure
"Now. mistress" said the old woman. in
her kindest manner. and hobbling over to
Jenny. ~ye must make yourself comfortable
here and there's no reason a. in it. A bet
ter hearted young woman than Sally there
is not in this world Niver you heed her if
she looks at thee 1t will BE- your beauty
that fetches her eyes and nothing else; for
this is a house of call, and them who kapes
such houses soon loses all curiosity You
shall breakfast and then lie down for a mos
sci o sleep. Why, my dear, what beautiful
hair is yours. 'Tis like putting ones hand
on feathers, and just the color o the hair o
some of them drawings ye see on church
windows when the sun shines through
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