[The Girl at Cobhurst by Frank Richard Stockton]@TWC D-Link bookThe Girl at Cobhurst CHAPTER XXIII 12/12
Has thim two, upstairs, got any money? What made you pop off so sudden? Didn't they pay your wages ?" Phoebe seated herself on the edge of a chair, and sat up very straight. She felt that the answer to this question was a very important one.
She herself cared nothing for the Haverleys, but Mike lived with them, and was their head man, and it was not consistent with her position among the members of the congregation and in the various societies to which she belonged, that her husband should be in the employ of poor and consequently unrespected people. "My wages was paid, every cent," she said, "and as to their money, I can tell you one thing, that I heard him say to his sister with my own ears, that he was goin' to build a town on them meaders, with streets and chu'ches, and stores on the corners of the block, and a libr'y and a bank, and she said she wouldn't object if he left the trees standin' between the house and the meaders, so that they could see the steeples and nothin' else.
And more than that, I can tell you," said Phoebe, warming as she spoke, "the Bannister family isn't and never was intimate with needy and no-count families, and nobody could be more sociable and friendly with this family than Miss Dora is, writin' to her four or five times a week, and as I said to Mike, not ten minutes ago, if Mr.Haverley and Miss Dora should git married, her money and his money would make this the finest place in the county, and I tol' him to mind an' play his cards well and stay here as butler or coachman--I didn't care which; and he said he would like coachman best, as he was used to hosses." Now, considering that the patience of her own coachman must be pretty nearly worn out, and believing that what she had said would inure to her own reputation, and probably to Mike's benefit as well, and that its force might be impaired by any further discussion of the subject, Phoebe arose and took a dignified leave. Molly stood some moments in reflection. "Bedad," she said aloud, "to-morrer I'll clane thim lamp-chimbleys and swape the bidrooms.".
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