The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 98: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 89 He was perfectly satisfied with his morning’s walk ; but, lke a prudent man, resolved to ascertain the value of the recovered property before he restored it to its owners. ““ Keep it from Tim!” repeated Meg, as the officer walked contentedly away; “I should be ’cuter than the thief-catching old fellow is himself to do that, with the neighbours looking on, too; they will be all agog to hear the news; it will be at the barber's and the grocer’s before ten minutes, that Marjoram has been at our house, and all over the neighbourhood in an hour. As I have made my bed so I must lie down on it, and make the best I can of a hard bargain. After all,’ she added, looking with 4 glistening eye at the gold, “it will keep the roof over our heads, and famine from our door. [f Tim does begin to scold, I’ll point to the children, and he must have a hard heart not to forgive me.” At one o’clock the same day, when Tim returned home, fatigued and low-spirited, for he had failed in his attempt to obtain work, he was surprised to see the table laid out for dinner; but before he could express his surprise, or make a single inquiry, Meg entered from the baker’s with a smoking pie upon a dish, followed by little Tim with a loaf almost as big as himself under his arm. | “© Why, Meg,” exclaimed her husband, smiling, and looking astonished, ‘“ what’s up now? Hast thou been,” he added, gravely, “‘ to pawn-shop ?”’ COniiclooecl SS (SO