He had won all the
world and brought it to Maisie in a cartridge-box, but she turned it
over with her foot, and, instead of saying "Thank you," cried--"Where is
the grass collar you promised for Amomma?
world and brought it to Maisie in a cartridge-box, but she turned it
over with her foot, and, instead of saying "Thank you," cried--"Where is
the grass collar you promised for Amomma?
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You can't cheat us out of that, anyhow.
"
Mrs. Jennett gasped and became livid. Maisie said nothing, but
encouraged Dick with her eyes, and he behaved abominably all that
evening. Mrs. Jennett prophesied an immediate judgment of Providence and
a descent into Tophet later, but Dick walked in Paradise and would not
hear. Only when he was going to bed Mrs. Jennett recovered and asserted
herself. He had bidden Maisie good night with down-dropped eyes and from
a distance.
"If you aren't a gentleman you might try to behave like one," said Mrs.
Jennett, spitefully. "You've been quarrelling with Maisie again. "
This meant that the usual good-night kiss had been omitted. Maisie,
white to the lips, thrust her cheek forward with a fine air of
indifference, and was duly pecked by Dick, who tramped out of the room
red as fire. That night he dreamed a wild dream.
He had won all the
world and brought it to Maisie in a cartridge-box, but she turned it
over with her foot, and, instead of saying "Thank you," cried--"Where is
the grass collar you promised for Amomma? Oh, how selfish you are! "
CHAPTER II
Then we brought the lances down, then the bugles blew,
When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an" two,
Ridin', ridin', ridin', two an" two,
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra,
All the way to Kandahar, ridin' two an" two.
--Barrack-Room Ballad.
"I'M NOT angry with the British public, but I wish we had a few thousand
of them scattered among these rooks. They wouldn't be in such a hurry
to get at their morning papers then. Can't you imagine the regulation
householder--Lover of Justice, Constant Reader, Paterfamilias, and all
that lot--frizzling on hot gravel? "
"With a blue veil over his head, and his clothes in strips. Has any man
here a needle? I've got a piece of sugar-sack. "
"I'll lend you a packing-needle for six square inches of it then. Both
my knees are worn through. "
"Why not six square acres, while you're about it? But lend me the
needle, and I'll see what I can do with the selvage. I don't think
there's enough to protect my royal body from the cold blast as it is.
What are you doing with that everlasting sketch-book of yours, Dick?
Mrs. Jennett gasped and became livid. Maisie said nothing, but
encouraged Dick with her eyes, and he behaved abominably all that
evening. Mrs. Jennett prophesied an immediate judgment of Providence and
a descent into Tophet later, but Dick walked in Paradise and would not
hear. Only when he was going to bed Mrs. Jennett recovered and asserted
herself. He had bidden Maisie good night with down-dropped eyes and from
a distance.
"If you aren't a gentleman you might try to behave like one," said Mrs.
Jennett, spitefully. "You've been quarrelling with Maisie again. "
This meant that the usual good-night kiss had been omitted. Maisie,
white to the lips, thrust her cheek forward with a fine air of
indifference, and was duly pecked by Dick, who tramped out of the room
red as fire. That night he dreamed a wild dream.
He had won all the
world and brought it to Maisie in a cartridge-box, but she turned it
over with her foot, and, instead of saying "Thank you," cried--"Where is
the grass collar you promised for Amomma? Oh, how selfish you are! "
CHAPTER II
Then we brought the lances down, then the bugles blew,
When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an" two,
Ridin', ridin', ridin', two an" two,
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra,
All the way to Kandahar, ridin' two an" two.
--Barrack-Room Ballad.
"I'M NOT angry with the British public, but I wish we had a few thousand
of them scattered among these rooks. They wouldn't be in such a hurry
to get at their morning papers then. Can't you imagine the regulation
householder--Lover of Justice, Constant Reader, Paterfamilias, and all
that lot--frizzling on hot gravel? "
"With a blue veil over his head, and his clothes in strips. Has any man
here a needle? I've got a piece of sugar-sack. "
"I'll lend you a packing-needle for six square inches of it then. Both
my knees are worn through. "
"Why not six square acres, while you're about it? But lend me the
needle, and I'll see what I can do with the selvage. I don't think
there's enough to protect my royal body from the cold blast as it is.
What are you doing with that everlasting sketch-book of yours, Dick?
