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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salamanca</strong> <strong>Corpus</strong>: <strong>Yeoman</strong> <strong>Fleetwood</strong> (<strong>1900</strong>)<br />

<strong>The</strong> cry was almost involuntary, and the eyes of father and son met in a glance of equal<br />

sadness and endurance. Looking up in her turn Mrs. <strong>Fleetwood</strong> saw the glance and felt<br />

remorseful<br />

[33]<br />

“I should dearly have liked you to have a sister, Simon," she said, half-apologetically.<br />

"It is quite right for you to be big — boys ought to be big, and you are like your father,<br />

you see. If I had had a little daughter she might have been like my people. All the<br />

Westons are finely made, and have delicate, straight features like this little dear. I could<br />

have dressed her so pretty, and she'd have stayed at home with me when you and your<br />

father were out. I can't help envying Madam Charnock."<br />

"Good Lord!" cried her husband, speaking for once with some impatience, "Madam<br />

Charnock, poor lady, would give all in the world to be the mother of such a fine boy as<br />

yours, ma'am."<br />

A little later the Squire himself endorsed this statement. He came bustling in, very<br />

grateful to the <strong>Fleetwood</strong>s for having come to the rescue of his only child, and much<br />

relieved at the discovery of her whereabouts. But his displeasure with the little maid<br />

herself was in proportion to his previous anxiety; he rated her soundly while her<br />

I new friends assisted her to don shoes and socks, pelisse and bonnet. She had answered<br />

his questions frankly and fearlessly; she wanted to see Cousin Humphrey and the other<br />

boys skate, and had slipped away while nurse was putting on her bonnet. She had run so<br />

fast, so fast, but could not catch them up; and when she had come to the woods she<br />

could not find her way, and the cold had made her cry, and then "the boy" had found<br />

her.<br />

"You will please forgive her, sir," put in Mrs. <strong>Fleetwood</strong> softly. “She is such a little girl,<br />

and she did not mean to be naughty, did you, my pretty?"<br />

<strong>The</strong> star-like eyes were raised to the soft and somewhat faded ones which were looking<br />

down so kindly, and after a moment's reflection, the curly head nodded emphatically:—<br />

[34]<br />

"Yes, I did. I thought I would be naughty for once, I like being naughty."

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