"
"D'ye ken why?" asked the Squire, with a glance at his niece. "It's
because they're no as exacting and fashious as beass."
"Well, there's a lesson for you, Fanny. Good-night. I must gow to my
sermon and the hymns." So Mr. Perrowne departed, and the mourners
returned to the house.
On Sunday it rained; nevertheless all went to their respective churches,
except the Carruthers children, whom Tryphena kept in order, and the
colonel, who sat with Wilkinson. Both clergymen preached impressively
with reference to the events of the past week, and, at the close of the
services, they both repaired to Bridesdale for dinner. In the afternoon
they rode to their respective stations, but the Squire stayed at home to
teach the children and read to them, while they devoured the contents of
the lawyer's elaborate boxes. Tryphosa and Timotheus had to do their
singing in the kitchen, in which they were joined by Tryphena and
Maguffin. The latter had a very soft rich voice, and made a great
addition to the musical performance. The colonel smoked an after dinner
cigar, and Mr. Terry a pipe, on a dry part of the verandah.
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