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1140 thing of all. Tim sat down beside Miss La Creevy, and, crossing one leg over the other so that his foot--he had very comely feet and happened to be wearing the neatest shoes and black silk stockings possible-- should come easily within the range of her eye, said in a soothing way: ‘Don’t cry!’ ‘I must,’ rejoined Miss La Creevy. ‘No, don’t,’ said Tim. ‘Please don’t; pray don’t.’ ‘I am so happy!’ sobbed the little woman. ‘Then laugh,’ said Tim. ‘Do laugh.’ What in the world Tim was doing with his arm, it is impossible to conjecture, but he knocked his elbow against that part of the window which was quite on the other side of Miss La Creevy; and it is clear that it could have no business there. ‘Do laugh,’ said Tim, ‘or I’ll cry.’ ‘Why should you cry?’ asked Miss La Creevy, smiling. ‘Because I’m happy too,’ said Tim. ‘We are both happy, and I should like to do as you do.’ Surely, there never was a man who fidgeted as Tim must have done then; for he knocked the window again--almost in the same place--and Miss La Creevy said she was sure he’d break it. ‘I knew,’ said Tim, ‘that you would be pleased with this scene.’ ‘It was very thoughtful and kind to remember me,’ returned Miss La Creevy. ‘Nothing could have delighted me half so much.’ Why on earth should Miss La Creevy and Tim Linkinwater have said all this in a whisper? It was no secret. And why should Tim Linkinwater have looked so hard at Miss La Creevy, and why should Miss La Creevy have looked so hard at the ground? |
