"Oh, the
everlasting
Dick, I suppose!
Kipling - Poems
"It's absurd that we can't run now.
"
"Old age, dear. This it is to get fat and sleek in town. When I wished
to pull your hair you generally ran for three miles, shrieking at the
top of your voice. I ought to know, because those shrieks of yours were
meant to call up Mrs. Jennett with a cane and----"
"Dick, I never got you a beating on purpose in my life. "
"No, of course you never did. Good heavens! look at the sea. "
"Why, it's the same as ever! " said Maisie.
Torpenhow had gathered from Mr. Beeton that Dick, properly dressed and
shaved, had left the house at half-past eight in the morning with a
travelling-rug over his arm. The Nilghai rolled in at mid-day for chess
and polite conversation.
"It's worse than anything I imagined," said Torpenhow.
"Oh, the everlasting Dick, I suppose! You fuss over him like a hen with
one chick. Let him run riot if he thinks it'll amuse him. You can whip a
young pup off feather, but you can't whip a young man. "
"It isn't a woman. It's one woman; and it's a girl. "
"Where's your proof? "
"He got up and went out at eight this morning,--got up in the middle of
the night, by Jove! a thing he never does except when he's on service.
Even then, remember, we had to kick him out of his blankets before the
fight began at El-Maghrib. It's disgusting. "
"It looks odd; but maybe he's decided to buy a horse at last. He might
get up for that, mightn't he? "
"Buy a blazing wheelbarrow! He'd have told us if there was a horse in
the wind. It's a girl.
"Old age, dear. This it is to get fat and sleek in town. When I wished
to pull your hair you generally ran for three miles, shrieking at the
top of your voice. I ought to know, because those shrieks of yours were
meant to call up Mrs. Jennett with a cane and----"
"Dick, I never got you a beating on purpose in my life. "
"No, of course you never did. Good heavens! look at the sea. "
"Why, it's the same as ever! " said Maisie.
Torpenhow had gathered from Mr. Beeton that Dick, properly dressed and
shaved, had left the house at half-past eight in the morning with a
travelling-rug over his arm. The Nilghai rolled in at mid-day for chess
and polite conversation.
"It's worse than anything I imagined," said Torpenhow.
"Oh, the everlasting Dick, I suppose! You fuss over him like a hen with
one chick. Let him run riot if he thinks it'll amuse him. You can whip a
young pup off feather, but you can't whip a young man. "
"It isn't a woman. It's one woman; and it's a girl. "
"Where's your proof? "
"He got up and went out at eight this morning,--got up in the middle of
the night, by Jove! a thing he never does except when he's on service.
Even then, remember, we had to kick him out of his blankets before the
fight began at El-Maghrib. It's disgusting. "
"It looks odd; but maybe he's decided to buy a horse at last. He might
get up for that, mightn't he? "
"Buy a blazing wheelbarrow! He'd have told us if there was a horse in
the wind. It's a girl.
