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Addy pondered for a moment, then grinned and nodded. "A'right, then, sounds like a right good arrangement, although I'd be remiss not ta pay her somethin'." She reckoned she could work that out with the young lady, but then her nose wrinkled up. "It ain't Miss Mudd, is t? Not that I got nothin' against th' child, but she'd like as not end up in th' manure pile eventually!"
Laughing, she shrugged and held out her glass for another refill. "Deal! Now I got Weedy ta look after, I gotta be more educated, I reckon, so's now's as good a time as any. An' I know Weedy'd love ta come over an' help you with...whatever it is yer doin' here. Be good fer th' lad."
Addy pondered for a moment, then grinned and nodded. "A'right, then, sounds like a right good arrangement, although I'd be remiss not ta pay her somethin'." She reckoned she could work that out with the young lady.
Felix gave Addy an avuncular smile and shook his head slightly. "Oh, I doubt the young lady I am thinking of would be at all interested in any form of remuneration, Adelaide. In fact, if I have read her aright, the arrangement will be rewarding for her in a much more profound and, dare I say, spiritual way." he said, sounding a little more mysterious than he really intended to.
But then her nose wrinkled up."It ain't Miss Mudd, is t? Not that I got nothin' against th' child, but she'd like as not end up in th' manure pile eventually!"
Browne frowned. "Mudd? Mudd? ... Oh! Is that the rather hoydenish girl with whom you had the slight contretemps at the Ladies' Society meeting?" As something of a recluse, Browne hardly ever visited either the Saloon or the Church and was therefore, apart from the aforementioned incident, blissfully unaware of the antics of the little pest Arabella.
"By no means. The young lady I am thinking of is extremely well educated and well mannered and, I believe, in dire need of a worthy project to distract her from her woes. It is not my place to mention names, but if I were to inform you that the poor girl recently lost her father in the most horrible and distressing of circumstances, you may well hazard a guess." Browne intoned, aiming to calm Addy's fears. "I hope that such a person might be acceptable to you."
Laughing, she shrugged and held out her glass for another refill. "Deal! Now I got Weedy ta look after, I gotta be more educated, I reckon, so's now's as good a time as any. An' I know Weedy'd love ta come over an' help you with...whatever it is yer doin' here. Be good fer th' lad."
"Very good!" beamed Browne, refilling their glasses, only a slight pang of regret that he had done the decent thing in attempting to help Miss Chappel and Miss Orr all in one fell swoop, without indulging his own selfish desires.