"Good
gracious!
Kipling - Poems
"Climb
down, Otis--climb down, and get all that beastly affectation knocked out
of you with fever! Three thousand a month wouldn't support it. "
Yeere repeated the incident to Mrs. Hauksbee. He had come to look upon
her as his Mother Confessor.
"And you apologized! " she said. "Oh, shame! I hate a man who apologizes.
Never apologize for what your friend called 'side. ' Never! It's a man's
business to be insolent and overbearing until he meets with a stronger.
Now, you bad boy, listen to me. "
Simply and straightforwardly, as the 'rickshaw loitered round Jakko,
Mrs. Hauksbee preached to Otis Yeere the Great Gospel of Conceit,
illustrating it with living pictures encountered during their Sunday
afternoon stroll.
"Good gracious! " she ended, with the personal argument, "you'll
apologize next for being my attache? "
"Never! " said Otis Yeere. "That's another thing altogether. I shall
always be"--
"What's coming? " thought Mrs. Hauksbee.
"Proud of that," said Otis.
"Safe for the present," she said to herself.
"But I'm afraid I have grown conceited. Like Jeshurun, you know. When
he waxed fat, then he kicked. It's the having no worry on one's mind and
the Hill air, I suppose. "
"Hill air, indeed! " said Mrs.
down, Otis--climb down, and get all that beastly affectation knocked out
of you with fever! Three thousand a month wouldn't support it. "
Yeere repeated the incident to Mrs. Hauksbee. He had come to look upon
her as his Mother Confessor.
"And you apologized! " she said. "Oh, shame! I hate a man who apologizes.
Never apologize for what your friend called 'side. ' Never! It's a man's
business to be insolent and overbearing until he meets with a stronger.
Now, you bad boy, listen to me. "
Simply and straightforwardly, as the 'rickshaw loitered round Jakko,
Mrs. Hauksbee preached to Otis Yeere the Great Gospel of Conceit,
illustrating it with living pictures encountered during their Sunday
afternoon stroll.
"Good gracious! " she ended, with the personal argument, "you'll
apologize next for being my attache? "
"Never! " said Otis Yeere. "That's another thing altogether. I shall
always be"--
"What's coming? " thought Mrs. Hauksbee.
"Proud of that," said Otis.
"Safe for the present," she said to herself.
"But I'm afraid I have grown conceited. Like Jeshurun, you know. When
he waxed fat, then he kicked. It's the having no worry on one's mind and
the Hill air, I suppose. "
"Hill air, indeed! " said Mrs.
