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LPG FUEL SYSTEM MAZDA 2.0L AND 2.2L EMISSION COMPLIANT ENGINES–
ELECTRICAL SYSTEM MAZDA 2.0L AND 2.2L EMISSION COMPLIANT
ENGINES– WIRE HARNESS REPAIR– CYLINDER REPAIR– MAIN CONTROL
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TROUBLESHOOTING MANUAL– DIAGRAMS AND SCHEMATICS– CAPACITIES
AND SPECIFICATIONS S50CT [A267]; H2.0-2.5CT (H50CT) [A274]– PERIODIC
MAINTENANCE– STEERING AXLE– MAST REPAIR– ELECTRICAL SYSTEM–
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sitting-room with the baby. And, Hilda, the baby wore a brown
gingham slip, and Mammy had on a long, brown gingham apron.
"'Napoleon Bonaparte!' said Papa. 'Here's two more of 'em.' Then
he sat down on the stairs, and looked from one to the other. Then
he went to the door and called the boys; and he took us all into the
sitting-room, and stood us in a row, and sat and looked at us.
"'Miranda,' he said, 'What have you been doing here?'
"'Doing, my dear Miles?' said Mamma. 'What should I have been
doing? Dressing baby after her afternoon nap, to be sure.'
"'Dressing her!' says Pater. 'Dressing her!' Then he broke off,
Mammy says, and put his hand to his forehead, as if he were in a
kind of dream.
"'Miranda,' he said, 'I have been greatly occupied for the last few
weeks, and have not fully realised what was going on. I have been
dimly aware that, when I came home, the whole world seemed to
turn brown and dingy. At first I thought it was the weather; then I
thought it was the condition of business; at last I began to think that
my sight must be failing, and cataracts forming, or something of the
kind, so that I could see nothing without a brownish tinge over it.
Now, I—I realise what the matter is; and I ask what—what is this
stuff in which my family is masquerading?'
"'Masquerading, Miles? I don't understand you. This is brown
gingham, a most excellent material, inexpensive, durable, and neat.
I bought forty yards of it, so that the children might all be dressed
alike, and without all this fuss and expense of different materials.
You know you said we must economise this summer, and I—'
"'Yes,' said Pater. 'Yes, I understand now. Miranda, you are a good
woman, but you have your limitations.'
"He would not say another word, but went off into the garden to
smoke. We forgot all about what he said, all but Mammy, and she
thought he would get used to the brown gingham in time, and,
anyhow, she had meant to do the best, dear darling.
"Hildegarde, the next morning, when we all came to dress, our
clothes were gone."
"Gone!" repeated Hildegarde.
"Gone,—vanished; frock and kilt, slip and apron. Not an atom of
brown gingham was to be found in the house. And the rest of the
piece, which Mammy had meant to make into a gown for herself,
was gone, too. Mammy looked everywhere, but in a few minutes she
understood how it was. She didn't say a word, but just put on our
old dresses, such as were left of them. They were pretty well
outworn and outgrown, but we were glad to get into them. We
hardly knew how we had hated the brown gingham ourselves, till we
got out of it. Well, that day there came from one of the big shops a
box of clothes; an enormous box, big as a packing-case. Oh! dresses
and dresses, frocks and pinafores and kilts, everything you can
imagine, and all in the brightest colours,—pink and blue, yellow and
green,—a perfect flower-garden. White ones, too, three or four
apiece; and the prettiest slips for Baby, and a lovely flowered silk for
Mammy. You can imagine how I danced with joy; the boys were
delighted, too, and as for old Nursey, she beamed all over like an
Irish sun. When Papa came home that afternoon, we were all
dressed up, the boys in little white sailor suits, I in a ruffled pink
frock, and Mammy and Baby most lovely in white and flowers. He
looked us all over again. 'Ha!' he said, 'once more I have a family,
and not a shoal of mud-fish. Thank you, my dear.' And none of us
has ever worn brown since that day, Hildegarde."
"Poor, dear Mrs. Merryweather!" cried Hildegarde, laughing. "I
think it was pretty cruel, all the same. And—did you ever find the
brown gingham?"
"Oh, that was naughty!" cried Gertrude. "He buried it all in the
back garden. That was truly naughty of Papa. Mammy found them
there a week after, when she was setting out the asters. They were
all neatly laid in a box, and buried quite deep down. But Mammy
took them up, and sent them to the Orphans' Home. Dear Mammy!"
CHAPTER IX.
AN EVENING HOUR.