his little wife to be. Then they could talk about her till they went blue in the
face, Bertha Supple too, and Edy, the spitfire, because she would be twentytwo
in November. She would care for him with creature comforts too for Gerty
was womanly wise and knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess.
Her griddlecakes done to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann’s pudding of
delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had a lucky
hand also for lighting a fire, dredge in the fine selfraising flour and always stir in
the same direction then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of
eggs though she didn’t like the eating part when there were any people that
made her shy and often she wondered why you couldn’t eat something poetical
like violets or roses and they would have a beautifully appointed drawingroom
with pictures and engravings and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap’s lovely
dog Garryowen that almost talked, it was so human, and chintz covers for the
chairs and that silver toastrack in Clery’s summer jumble sales like they have in
rich houses. He would be tall with broad shoulders (she had always admired
tall men for a husband) with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed
sweeping moustache and they would go on the continent for their honeymoon
(three wonderful weeks!) and then, when they settled down in a nice snug
and cosy little homely house, every morning they would both have brekky,
simple but perfectly served, for their own two selves and before he went out
to business he would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze for
a moment deep down into her eyes.
Edy Boardman asked Tommy Caffrey was he done and he said yes, so then she buttoned up his little knickerbockers for him and told him to run off and play with Jacky and to be good now and not to fight. But Tommy said he wanted the ball and Edy told him no that baby was playing with the ball and if he took it there’d be wigs on the green but Tommy said it was his ball and he wanted his ball and he pranced on the ground, if you please. The temper of him! O, he was a man already was little Tommy Caffrey since he was out of pinnies. Edy told him no, no and to be off now with him and she told Cissy Caffrey not to give in to him.
— You’re not my sister, naughty Tommy said. It’s my ball.
But Cissy Caffrey told baby Boardman to look up, look up high at her finger and she snatched the ball quickly and threw it along the sand and Tommy after it in full career, having won the day.
— Anything for a quiet life, laughed Ciss.
And she tickled tiny tot’s two cheeks to make him forget and played here’s
