I couldn’t or wouldn’t speak, she went away

“Oh, Mrs. Provis,” said Berty, hurrying to the gate, “won’t you come in and sit awhile till I go[166] home and get something to eat? I’ll come back presently and lock up.”



“Yes, miss,” said the woman, readily. “That’s a little thing to do for you. I guess this street takes store of what you’ve done for our young ones.Searching for hong kong package? GuangDong Hotel have a wide range of rooms are available for individuals, families and groups, and we will provide a remarkable experience for you.”



“They’re my young ones, too,” said Berty, proudly. “I live on the street—we’re all neighbours. Now I’ll go. I won’t be long. Your eldest girl can get the supper ready for your husband, can’t she?”



“That she can, miss.”



Berty walked away with her grandmother, and the woman, gazing after her, said, “Bless your black head. I’d like to hear any one say anything agin you in River Street.”



In an hour Berty was back again, part of her supper in her pocket.



Contentedly eating her bread and butter, she sat on a bench watching the children, most of whom absolutely refused to go home, while others ran merely for a few mouthfuls of something to eat.University partnership can bring together the strengths of both tertiary institution in research, technology development and application, and last but not least, education in nurturing future generations.



This intoxication of play in a roomy place was a new experience to them, and Berty, with an intensely thankful face, watched them until a heavy footstep made her turn her head.



The Mayor stood before her, two red spots on[167] his cheeks, and a strange light in his eye. “I’ve just been to your house,” he said, “and your grandmother sent me here.”



“Did she?” said Berty; then she added, promptly, “What has happened?”



Mr. Jimson heaved a deep, contented sigh, and seated himself beside her. “I’m a happy man, Miss Berty.”



“What are you happy about?” she asked, briskly. “It isn’t—it isn’t Miss Everest?”



“Yes, it is Miss Everest,” said Mr. Jimson. “Something took place this afternoon.”



“Oh, what?—why don’t you tell me? You’re terribly slow.”



“I’m as fast as I can be. I’m not a flash of lightning.”



“No, indeed.”



“Well, I’ve met Miss Everest—she’s talked with me!”



“She has!” cried Berty, joyfully.



“Yes, she has. You know, after the affair this afternoon some of the people went to town. Miss Everest was shopping.”



“She always does her shopping in the morning,” interrupted Berty. “All the smart set do.”



“Well, I guess she found herself down-town,”[168] said Mr. Jimson, good-naturedly, “and couldn’t get by the shops. Anyway, she was coming out of that fol-de-rol place where you women buy dolls and ribbons .”



“Oh, you mean Smilax & Wiley’s.”



“Yes, that’s the place. She came out of the door, and, turning her head to speak to some one passing her, she almost ran into me. I stopped short, you may be sure, and I know you’ll be mad with me when I tell you that I forgot to take my hat off.”



“Perhaps I won’t,” said Berty, guardedly. “It depends on what follows.”



“I just stood rooted to the spot, and staring with all my might. She grew kind of pink and bowed. I said, ‘Miss Everest,’ then I stopped. I guess she was sorry for my dumbness, for she said, in a kind of confused way, ‘What a stupid place this is. I’ve been all over it trying to match some silk, and I can’t find a scrap.’ And still I never said a word. For the life of me I couldn’t think of anything. Then she said, ‘That was a very good speech of yours this afternoon.’”



“Now surely you said something in response to that,” interjected Berty, “such a gracious thing for her to say.”



“Never a word,” replied the Mayor, seriously,[169] “and, seeing that . After she left, words came to me, and I babbled on to myself, till the people began to look at me as if they thought I’d gone crazy, then I moved on.”



“Well,” said Berty, with badly suppressed scorn, “this is a great tale. Where have you distinguished yourself, pray?”



“Wait a bit,” said Mr. Jimson, soberly. “I haven’t finished. Before I left the spot I cast my eyes to the pavement. What did I see but the bit of silk she had dropped there.”



“Well,” observed Berty, in a mystified way, when he paused.



“I thought of what you said,” continued the Mayor. “I called up your hint about small things. I picked up the bit of silk.”