The Haute Noblesse
"Well, say what you've got to say, and then go back to your men. Has the vein failed?"
"No, sir; it grows richer every day."
"Sorry for it. I suppose you'll be burrowing under my cottage and burying me one of these days before my time?"
"Don't be alarmed, sir."
"I'm not," growled Uncle Luke.
"Uncle is cross, because he is catching more fish than he wants this morning," said Louise quietly.
"Hear that, Maddy, my dear?" said the old man, sharply. "Here's a problem for you:--If my niece's tongue is as keen-edged as that before she is twenty, what will it be at forty?"
The girl addressed laughed and shook her head.
"Any one would think it would be a warning to any sensible man to keep his distance."
"Uncle! Pray!" whispered the niece, looking troubled; but the old man only chuckled and hooked another fish.
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