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"HERE, Tatty, are you sure there is a good fire in the south room? And, Tatty, tell Uncle Cephas to have plenty of wood on hand, it is going to be a cold night; we shall have to look to the plants. And, Tatty, see if Ishmael is all right; he doesn't seem homesick, does he? There, Posie-Cossie, you mustn't try to get off that pretty ribbon-you are dressed up for your mistress, do you hear, naughty doggie; stop pawing at your collar. Oh, yes, just run down-stairs, Tatty, and tell Manchild to come up here for his white apron. " And Val ran into the next room, opening a closet energetically, and the next moment was darting across the hall, her red dress making a flash of color in the shadowy place, like the plumage of a scarlet tanager against a sombre wood.
Manchild, a speck of a boy for ten years of age, looked so funny, and assumed such an air of importance in his clean white apron that Val, sitting on the floor to regard him, burst into a fit of mirth. "Go along now, Manchild," she said; "you'll do. Now, don't forget; always go to the left side of the people. Which is your left hand?"