'See there,' said Dolly, with a woman's tender tact, 'she's fondest
o' you. She wants to go o' your lap, I'll be bound. Go, then: take
her, Master Marner; you can put the things on, and then you can say as
you've done for her from the first of her coming to you.'
Marner took her on his lap, trembling with an emotion mysterious to
himself, at something unknown dawning on his life. Thought and feeling
were so confused within him, that if he had tried to give them
utterance, he could only have said that the child was come instead
of the gold- that the gold had turned into the child. He took the
garments from Dolly, and put them on under her teaching;
interrupted, of course, by Baby's gymnastics.
'There, then! why, you take to it quite easy, Master Marner,'
said Dolly; 'but what shall you do when you're forced to sit in your
loom? For she'll get busier and mischievouser every day- she will,
bless her. It's lucky as you've got that high hearth i'stead of a
grate, for that keeps the fire more out of her reach; but if you've
got anything as can be spilt or broke, or as is fit to cut her fingers
off, she'll be at it- and it is but right you should know.'
Silas meditated a little while in some perplexity. 'I'll tie her to
the leg o' the loom,' he said at last- 'tie her with a good long strip
o' something.'
'Well, mayhap that'll do, as it's a little gell, for they're easier
persuaded to sit i' one place nor the lads.
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