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PART I - CHAPTER I
THE PEOPLE OF NETHERMERE


came flying past me, and flung her arms round mother's neck, kissing her and saying:
`Oh, my dear, fancy my dear playing the piano! Oh, little woman, we never knew you could!'
`Nor can I,' replied mother laughing, disengaging herself. `I only wondered if I could just strum out this old tune; I learned it when I was quite a girl, on this piano. It was a cracked one then; the only one I had.'
`But play again, dearie, do play again. It was like the clinking of lustre glasses, and you look so quaint at the piano. Do play, my dear!' pleaded Lettie.
`Nay,' said my mother, `the touch of the old keys on my fingers is making me sentimental-you wouldn't like to see me reduced to the tears of old age?'
`Old age!' scolded Lettie, kissing her again. `You are young enough to play little romances. Tell us about it, mother.'
'About what, child?'
'When you used to play.'
`Before my fingers were stiff with fifty odd years?
Where have you been, Cyril, that you weren't in to dinner?' '
'Only down to Strelley Mill,' said I. 'Of course,' said mother coldly. `Why "of course"?' I asked. `And you came away as soon as Em went to school?'
said Lettie.
` I did,' said I.
They were cross with me, these two women. After I
had swallowed my little resentment I said:
`They would have me stay to dinner.' My mother vouchsafed no reply.
`And has the great George found a girl yet?' asked
Lettie.
`No,' I replied, `he never will at this rate. Nobody will ever be good enough for him.'
'I 'm sure I don't know what you can find in any of them to take you there so much,' said my mother.
`Don't be so mean, mater,' I answered, nettled. `You know I like them.'
`I know you like hey,' said my mother sarcastically. `As
for him-he's an unlicked cub. What can you expect when

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