"
"And when that woman talks about brewery chimneys, I know what a comfort
it is that there should be chimneys, and that they should be near.
Brewery chimneys are better than a do-nothing scamp that can't earn a
meal for himself or his children. And when I see Joe with his pink coat
on going to the meet, I thank God that my Molly has got a lad that can
work hard, and ride his own horses, and go out hunting with the best of
them."
"Oh, mamma, I do like to see him then. He is handsome."
"I would not have anything altered. But--but--Oh, my child, you are
going away!"
"As Mrs. Crabtree says, I sha'n't be far."
"No, no! But you won't be all mine. The time will come when you'll
think of your girls in the same way. You haven't done a thing that I
haven't seen and known and pondered over; you haven't worn a skirt but
what it has been dear to me; you haven't uttered a prayer but what I
have heard it as it went up to God's throne. I hope he says his
prayers."
"I'm sure he does," said Molly, with confidence more or less well
founded.
"Now go, and leave me here. I'm such an old stupid that I can't help
crying; and if that woman was to say anything more to me about the
chimneys I should give her a bit of my mind.
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