hair;
and if it were not a star--which it couldn't be--it was an eye; and
if it were an eye, it was Jenny Wren's eye, bright and watchful as the
bird's whose name she had taken.
'Why about Mr Wrayburn?' Lizzie asked.
'For no better reason than because I'm in the humour. I wonder whether
he's rich!'
'No, not rich.'
'Poor?'
'I think so, for a gentleman.'
'Ah! To be sure! Yes, he's a gentleman. Not of our sort; is he?' A shake
of the head, a thoughtful shake of the head, and the answer, softly
spoken, 'Oh no, oh no!'
The dolls' dressmaker had an arm round her friend's waist. Adjusting the
arm, she slyly took the opportunity of blowing at her own hair where
it fell over her face; then the eye down there, under lighter shadows
sparkled more brightly and appeared more watchful.
'When He turns up, he shan't be a gentleman; I'll very soon send him
packing, if he is. However, he's not Mr Wrayburn; I haven't captivated
HIM. I wonder whether anybody has, Lizzie!'
'It is very likely.'
'Is it very likely? I wonder who!'
'Is it not very likely that some lady has been taken by him, and that he
may love her dearly?'
'Perhaps. I don't know. What would you think of him, Lizzie, if you were
a lady?'
'I a lady!' she repeated, laughing. 'Such a fancy!'
'Yes. But say: just as a fancy, and for instance.'
'I a lady! I, a poor girl who used to row poor father on the river. I,
who had rowed poor father out and home on the very night when I saw him
for the first time. I, who was made so timid by his looking at me, that
I got up and went out!'
('He did look at you, even that night, though you were not a lady!'
thought Miss Wren.)
'I a lady!' Lizzie went on in a low voice, with her eyes upon the fire.
'I, with poor father's grave not even cleared of undeserved stain and
shame, and he trying to clear it for me! I a lady!'
'Only as a fancy, and for instance,' urged Miss Wren.
'Too much, Jenny, dear, too much! My fancy is not able to get that far.'
As the low fire gleamed upon her, it showed her smiling, mournfully and
abstractedly.
'But I am in the humour, and I must be humoured, Lizzie, because after
all I am a poor little thing, and have had a hard day with my bad child.
Look in the fire, as I like to hear you tell how you used to do when you
lived in that dreary old house that had once been a windmill. Look in
the--what was its name when you told fortunes with your brother that I
DON'T like?'
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