Old Giles there, is Giblets. He did not
like it first, but he answers quick enough now; and Old Lucy Wyat there,'
nodding toward the old woman, 'is Lucia de l'Amour.' A slightly erroneous
reading of Lammermoor, for my cousin sometimes made mistakes, and was not
much versed in the Italian opera. 'You know it's a play, and I call her
L'Amour for shortness;' and she laughed hilariously, and I could not
forbear joining; and, winking at me, she called aloud, 'L'Amour.'
To which the crone, with a high-cauled cap, resembling Mother Hubbard,
responded with a courtesy and 'Yes,'m.'
'Are all the trunks and boxes took up?'
They were.
'Well, we'll come now; and what shall I call you, Quince? Let me see.'
'According to your pleasure, Miss,' answered Mary, with dignity, and a dry
courtesy.
'Why, you're as hoarse as a frog, Quince. We'll call you Quinzy for the
present. That'll do. Come along, Quinzy.'
So my Cousin Milly took me under the arm, and pulled me forward; but as we
ascended, she let me go, leaning back to make inspection of my attire from
a new point of view.
'Hallo, cousin,' she cried, giving my dress a smack with her open hand.
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