I throwed 'em away myself."
"Dear me," said Mrs. Kingdom.
"He don't look like the same feller now," continued the amiable Mrs.
Kybird; "good living and good clothes 'ave worked wonders in 'im. I'm
sure if he'd been my own son I couldn't 'ave done more for 'im, and, as
for Kybird, he's like a father to him."
"Dear me," said Mrs. Kingdom, again.
Mrs. Kybird looked at her. It was on the tip of her tongue to call her a
poll parrot. She was a free-spoken woman as a rule, and it was terrible
to have to sit still and waste all the good things she could have said to
her in favour of unsatisfying pin-pricks. She sat smouldering.
"I s'pose you miss the capt'in very much?" she said, at last.
"Very much," was the reply.
"And I should think 'e misses you," retorted Mrs. Kybird, unable to
restrain herself; "'e must miss your conversation and what I might call
your liveliness."
Mrs. Kingdom turned and regarded her, and the red stole back to her
cheeks again. She smoothed down her dress and her hands trembled. Both
ladies were now regarding each other in a fashion which caused serious
apprehension to the rest of the company.
"I am not a great talker, but I am very careful whom I converse with,"
said Mrs. Kingdom, in her most stately manner.
"I knew a lady like that once," said Mrs. Kybird; "leastways, she wasn't
a lady," she added, meditatively.
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