The Splendid Fairing · Part II · Chapter 2 3 (1/3) (2/2)

“Nay, now, Will,” she called vexedly down the table. “What d’ye think you’re at? Leave t’lasses alone, can’t you? Let the poor things be! If it’s a chair you’re wanting, there’s one here by me as’ll suit Sarah just grand. Sarah can’t abide a chair wi’ a cane bottom⁠—says it rubs her gown. It’s right enough, too, I’m sure, wi’ velvet and the like⁠—(I made a bonny mess o’ yon grand gown I had when Annie Belle was wed)⁠—but I can’t see as it’ll do any harm to a bit o’ poorish serge. Anyway, Sarah can have the best plush to set on, if she sets here, and, as for Simon, you’re forever sticking him where I can’t so much as see the end of his nose! You’re never thinking I’m still sweet on him, surely,” she added, laughing, “or that happen he’ll be making sheep’s eyes at me, as he used to do?”