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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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"O!"
says
the
elder,
"you
could
not
serve
my
mother
for
she's
dead,
and
my
father's
on
at
the
next
town--he's
a
potter."
I
persisted
in
my
assertion,
and
that
I
would
give
them
nothing.
Says
the
elder,
"Let's
away,"
and
away
they
flew
like
lightning.
They
had
however
sauntered
so
long
in
their
road
that
they
did
not
reach
Ambleside
before
me,
and
I
saw
them
go
up
to
Matthew
Harrison's
house
with
their
wallet
upon
the
elder's
shoulder,
and
creeping
with
a
beggar's
complaining
foot.
On
my
return
through
Ambleside
I
met
in
the
street
the
mother
driving
her
asses,
in
the
two
panniers
of
one
of
which
were
the
two
little
children,
whom
she
was
chiding
and
threatening
with
a
wand
which
she
used
to
drive
on
her
asses,
while
the
little
things
hung
in
wantonness
over
the
pannier's
edge.
The
woman
had
told
me
in
the
morning
that
she
was
of
Scotland,
which
her
accent
fully
proved,
but
that
she
had
lived
(I
think
at
Wigtoun),
that
they
could
not
keep
a
house
and
so
they
travelled.[21]
[Footnote
21:
Compare
the
poem
Beggars,
in
the
"Poetical
Works"
vol.
ii.
pp.
276-281.--ED.]
Wednesday,
13th
June.[22]--A
very
cold
morning.
We
went
on
the
lake
to
set
pike
floats
with
John's
fish.
W.
and
J.
went
...
alone.
Mr.
Simpson
called,
and
I
accompanied
him
to
the
lake
side.
My
brothers
and
I
again
went
upon
the
water,
and
returned
to
dinner.
We
landed
upon
the
island
where
I
saw
the
whitest
hawthorn
I
have
seen
this
year,
the
generality
of
hawthorns
are
bloomless.
I
saw
wild
roses
in
the
hedges.
Wm.
and
John
went
to
the
pike
floats.
They
brought
in
two
pikes.
I
sowed
kidney
beans
and
spinnach.
A
cold
evening.
Molly
stuck
the
peas.
I
weeded
a
little.
Did
not
walk.
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