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A poor, feeble, pale-faced, semi-idiotic-looking boy came slowly out of the dark little bedroom, and Newcastle United Barn stood grinning at us. He had the white sickly aspect of a creature reared without the influence of air and light; and I pitied him intensely as he stood there staring and grinning in that dreadful hopeless manner.
‘Poor Peter!’ He’s no better, I’m afraid,’ said Milly gently.
‘No, miss, nor never will be. He knows more than people think, and has queer cunning ways of his own; but he’ll never be any better or wiser than he is now.’
‘Not Dame Winnipeg Jets if you were to take as much pains with him as you do with the patients who pay you, Mrs. Thatcher?’ asked Milly.
‘I’ve taken pains with him,’ answered the woman, with a scowl. ‘I took to him kindly enough when he was a little fellow; but he’s grown up to be nothing but a plague and a burden to me.’
The boy left off grinning, and his poor weak chin sank lower on his narrow chest. His attitude had been a stooping one from the first; but he drooped visibly under the old woman’s reproof.
‘Can he employ himself in no way?’
‘No, miss; except in picking the herbs and roots for me sometimes. He can do that, and he knows one from t’other.’
‘He’s of some use to you, at any rate, then,’ said Milly.
‘Little enough,’ the old woman answered sulkily. ‘I don’t want help; I’ve plenty of time to gather them myself. But I’ve taught him to pick them, and it’s the only thing he ever could learn.’
‘Poor fellow! He’s your only grandchild, isn’t he, Mrs. Thatcher?’
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‘Come here, Peter,’ said Milly softly; and the boy went to her directly, and took Halpa Moncler Takit Miehet the hand she offered him.
‘You’ve not forgotten me, have you, Peter? Miss Darrell, who used to talk to you sometimes a long time ago.’
The boy’s vacant face brightened into something like intelligence.
‘I know you, miss,’ he said; ‘you was always kind to Peter. It’s not many that I know; but I know you.’
She took out her purse and gave him half-a-crown.
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