"
Bessie made diligent inquiry in the latter's room, and unearthed a bale
of disreputable socks.
Bessie made diligent inquiry in the latter's room, and unearthed a bale
of disreputable socks.
Kipling - Poems
You'd better stick to your soldiers, Dick,
instead of maundering about heads and eyes and experiences. "
"Think so? " Dick began to dance on his heels, singing--
"They're as proud as a turkey when they hold the ready cash, You ought
to 'ear the way they laugh an' joke; They are tricky an' they're funny
when they've got the ready money,--Ow! but see 'em when they're all
stone-broke. "
Then he sat down to pour out his heart to Maisie in a four-sheet letter
of counsel and encouragement, and registered an oath that he would get
to work with an undivided heart as soon as Bessie should reappear.
The girl kept her appointment unpainted and unadorned, afraid and
overbold by turns. When she found that she was merely expected to sit
still, she grew calmer, and criticised the appointments of the studio
with freedom and some point. She liked the warmth and the comfort and
the release from fear of physical pain. Dick made two or three studies
of her head in monochrome, but the actual notion of the Melancolia would
not arrive.
"What a mess you keep your things in! " said Bessie, some days later,
when she felt herself thoroughly at home. "I s'pose your clothes are
just as bad. Gentlemen never think what buttons and tape are made for. "
"I buy things to wear, and wear 'em till they go to pieces. I don't know
what Torpenhow does.
"
Bessie made diligent inquiry in the latter's room, and unearthed a bale
of disreputable socks. "Some of these I'll mend now," she said, "and
some I'll take home. D'you know, I sit all day long at home doing
nothing, just like a lady, and no more noticing them other girls in
the house than if they was so many flies. I don't have any unnecessary
words, but I put 'em down quick, I can tell you, when they talk to me.
No; it's quite nice these days. I lock my door, and they can only
call me names through the keyhole, and I sit inside, just like a lady,
mending socks. Mr. Torpenhow wears his socks out both ends at once. "
"Three quid a week from me, and the delights of my society. No socks
mended. Nothing from Torp except a nod on the landing now and again, and
all his socks mended. Bessie is very much a woman," thought Dick; and he
looked at her between half-shut eyes. Food and rest had transformed the
girl, as Dick knew they would.
"What are you looking at me like that for? " she said quickly. "Don't.
instead of maundering about heads and eyes and experiences. "
"Think so? " Dick began to dance on his heels, singing--
"They're as proud as a turkey when they hold the ready cash, You ought
to 'ear the way they laugh an' joke; They are tricky an' they're funny
when they've got the ready money,--Ow! but see 'em when they're all
stone-broke. "
Then he sat down to pour out his heart to Maisie in a four-sheet letter
of counsel and encouragement, and registered an oath that he would get
to work with an undivided heart as soon as Bessie should reappear.
The girl kept her appointment unpainted and unadorned, afraid and
overbold by turns. When she found that she was merely expected to sit
still, she grew calmer, and criticised the appointments of the studio
with freedom and some point. She liked the warmth and the comfort and
the release from fear of physical pain. Dick made two or three studies
of her head in monochrome, but the actual notion of the Melancolia would
not arrive.
"What a mess you keep your things in! " said Bessie, some days later,
when she felt herself thoroughly at home. "I s'pose your clothes are
just as bad. Gentlemen never think what buttons and tape are made for. "
"I buy things to wear, and wear 'em till they go to pieces. I don't know
what Torpenhow does.
"
Bessie made diligent inquiry in the latter's room, and unearthed a bale
of disreputable socks. "Some of these I'll mend now," she said, "and
some I'll take home. D'you know, I sit all day long at home doing
nothing, just like a lady, and no more noticing them other girls in
the house than if they was so many flies. I don't have any unnecessary
words, but I put 'em down quick, I can tell you, when they talk to me.
No; it's quite nice these days. I lock my door, and they can only
call me names through the keyhole, and I sit inside, just like a lady,
mending socks. Mr. Torpenhow wears his socks out both ends at once. "
"Three quid a week from me, and the delights of my society. No socks
mended. Nothing from Torp except a nod on the landing now and again, and
all his socks mended. Bessie is very much a woman," thought Dick; and he
looked at her between half-shut eyes. Food and rest had transformed the
girl, as Dick knew they would.
"What are you looking at me like that for? " she said quickly. "Don't.
