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as’d hit it off very easy. He’s got funny ways.’
Connie didn’t know what to say.
’Look, Gran!’ simpered the child.
The old woman looked down at the sixpence in the little
girl’s hand.
’An’ sixpence an’ all! Oh, your Ladyship, you shouldn’t,
you shouldn’t. Why, isn’t Lady Chatterley good to yer! My
word, you’re a lucky girl this morning!’
She pronounced the name, as all the people did:
Chat’ley.—Isn’t Lady Chat’ley GOOD to you!’—Connie
couldn’t help looking at the old woman’s nose, and the lat-
ter again vaguely wiped her face with the back of her wrist,
but missed the smudge.
Connie was moving away ‘Well, thank you ever so much,
Lady Chat’ley, I’m sure. Say thank you to Lady Chat’ley!’—
this last to the child.
’Thank you,’ piped the child.
’There’s a dear!’ laughed Connie, and she moved away,
saying ‘Good morning’, heartily relieved to get away from
the contact.
Curious, she thought, that that thin, proud man should
have that little, sharp woman for a mother!
And the old woman, as soon as Connie had gone, rushed
to the bit of mirror in the scullery, and looked at her
face. Seeing it, she stamped her foot with impatience. ‘Of
COURSE she had to catch me in my coarse apron, and a
dirty face! Nice idea she’d get of me!’
Connie went slowly home to Wragby. ‘Home!’...it was a
warm word to use for that great, weary warren. But then it