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Annabel
Annabel / A Novel for Young Folks
CHAPTER I
WILL MEETS WITH A REBUKE
“Here are your vegetables, Nora,” said Will Carden, as he scraped his feet upon the mat before the kitchen door of the “big house.”
“Come in, Masther Willyum,” called the cook, in her cheery voice.
So the boy obeyed the summons and pushed open the screen door, setting his basket upon the white table at Nora’s side.
“Oo, misery! but them pays is illegant,” she said, breaking open a green pod and eating the fresh, delicious contents. “Why, Masther Willyum, the bloom is on ’em yet.”
“I picked them myself, Nora,” the boy answered, with a pleased laugh, “and only a little while ago, at that. And you’ll find the tomatoes and the celery just as nice, I’m sure.”
“They can’t be bate,” responded the cook, emptying the basket and handing it to him. “Sure, I don’t know whatever we’d do widout yez to bring us the grans stuff, Masther Willyum.”
“I wish,” said he, hesitatingly, “you wouldn’t call me ‘master,’ Nora. Call me Will, as everyone else does. I’m not old enough to have a handle to my name, and I’m not much account in the world, – yet.”
Nora’s round, good natured face turned grave, and she looked at the boy with a thoughtful air.
“I used to know the Cardens,” she said, “when they didn’t have to raise vegetables to earn a living.”
Will flushed, and his eyes fell.