"That stream is more like a river than—" ''Papa! My dumplings!" squealed Fanny. ''Eh?" He paused to stare at her. She bent protectively over her bowl of dough. "You're dripping all over them." ''Oh. Sorry, Fan." He sniffed. "Jove, that smells good! Stew for lunch? Stew's common, so Dale says. But to my mind, it's always good on a rainy day." Marietta came to help him out of his coat. "Did you find what you needed in Eastbourne, sir?" ''I did." He dug an elbow in her rib and winked like a mischievous schoolboy. "And won't your aunt be surprised!" Standing at the stove and prodding a reluctant prospective dumpling from the spoon while watching her father expectantly, Fanny asked, "What kind of surprise, Papa?" ''It missed the pot!" exclaimed Marietta. "Shoo! Go away, Friar Tuck!" Mrs. Cordova hurried into the kitchen, having kicked off her pattens in the scullery but with her voluminous cloak scattering even more raindrops. "Such a dreadful time I had with that wretched Maitland woman," she wailed.
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