JOHN HALIFAX, GENTLEMAN
by Dinah Maria Mulock (Mrs. Craik)
"Get out o' Mr. Fletcher's road, ye idle, lounging, little--"
"Vagabond," I think the woman (Sally Watkins, once my nurse), was
going to say, but she changed her mind.
My father and I both glanced round, surprised at her unusual
reticence of epithets: but when the lad addressed turned, fixed his
eyes on each of us for a moment, and made way for us, we ceased to
wonder. Ragged, muddy, and miserable as he was, the poor boy looked
anything but a "vagabond."
"Thee need not go into the wet, my lad. Keep close to the wall, and
there will be shelter enough both for us and thee," said my father,