. The lady of the barge . ge of that fact, blew out the 268 The Lady of the Barge candle to hide his discomposure. What! hesaid, blankly, at er time o life? Watch em to-morrer, said his wife. The carpenter acted upon his instructions,and his ire rose as he noticed the assiduous at-tention paid by his two friends to the frivolousMrs. Pullen. Mr. Wiggett, a sharp-featuredlittle man, was doing most of the talking, whilehis rival, a stout, clean-shaven man with a slow,oxlike eye, looked on stolidly. Mr. Miller wasseldom in a hurry, and lost many a bargainthrough his slowness—a fact which sometimes
. The lady of the barge . ge of that fact, blew out the 268 The Lady of the Barge candle to hide his discomposure. What! hesaid, blankly, at er time o life? Watch em to-morrer, said his wife. The carpenter acted upon his instructions,and his ire rose as he noticed the assiduous at-tention paid by his two friends to the frivolousMrs. Pullen. Mr. Wiggett, a sharp-featuredlittle man, was doing most of the talking, whilehis rival, a stout, clean-shaven man with a slow,oxlike eye, looked on stolidly. Mr. Miller wasseldom in a hurry, and lost many a bargainthrough his slowness—a fact which sometimesso painfully affected the individual who hadoutdistanced him that he would offer to let himhave it at a still lower figure. You get younger than ever. Mrs. Wiggett, the conversation having turnedupon ages. Young aint the word for it, said Miller,with a praiseworthy determination not to beleft behind. No; its age as youre thinking of, , said the carpenter, slowly; none ofus gets younger, do we, Ann?. YOU GET YOUNGER THAN EVER, MRS. PULLEN. A Golden Venture 269 Some of us keeps young in our ways, saidAirs. Pullen, somewhat shortly. How old should you say Ann is now? per-sisted the watchful Tidger. Mr. Wiggett shook his head. I should sayshes about fifteen years younger nor me, hesaid, slowly, and Im as lively as a cricket. Shes fifty-five, said the carpenter. That makes you seventy, Wiggett, saidMr. Miller, pointedly. I thought you wasmore than that. You look it. Mr. Wiggett coughed sourly. Im fifty-nine, he growled. Nothing 11 make me be-lieve as Mrs. Pullens fifty-five, nor anywherenear it. Ho! said the carpenter, on his mettle—ho! Why, my wife here was the sixth child, and she He caught a gleam in the sixth childs eye, and expressed her age with a others waited politely until he had fin-ished, and Mr. Tidger, noticing this, coughedagain. And she prompted Mr. Miller, dis-playing a polite interest. 270 The Lady of the Barge She aint so young a
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