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Jerry did not know anything about a bill. But he had saved all the grocery slips. He had gone over to the Bullfinches' the night before and added and added. He was sure the money was the right amount. Mr. Bartlett looked up the amount due in a ledger. He was a bit grumpy about having to count so much chicken feed, as he called it, as he counted the change. "It's all here," he said finally.
They had parted from Pendleton in London, as he was grumpy and queer, and, as Milly thought, becoming very miserly and avaricious as he grew older, for he was always quarreling over the hotel bills. But he had Mrs. Woods's New York address at Under Cliff, and, of course, guessed where she was. There was no address on his letter: he had said he would write again.
Fyne she said to that lady: "I do hope the child will manage to be cheerful. I can't have sad faces near me. At my age one needs cheerful companions." And in this hope she carried off Flora de Barral to Bournemouth for the winter months in the quality of reader and companion. She had said to her with kindly jocularity: "We shall have a good time together. I am not a grumpy old woman."
I forget whether they married sisters, but they live on in the memory as ornamental symbols of a vanished past a day when fiction-writers impressed it, on their readers with every means at their command, that a hero was well-dressed, well-washed, and well-groomed. Such details have become unnecessary, and grumpy stand-patters no longer contemptuously mutter, 'Soap!
The yellow cat flattened back her ears, growled, and stood her ground till he was within a foot of her. Then, with an angry 'pf-f-f' she turned tail and fled. The stranger was so calmly sure of himself that she concluded he must be some new kind of skunk and her respect for all skunks was something tremendous. "Having finished the milk and the carrot, Young Grumpy felt a pressing need of sleep.
And as for Buddy Brown Thrasher, whom most people thought a brilliant performer, Grumpy Weasel always groaned whenever he heard him singing in the topmost branches of a tree. A bird-song according to Grumpy Weasel was of use in only one way: it told you where the bird was. And that was a help, of course, if you were trying to catch him.
It was well known that when his powerful jaws closed upon a person's leg, for instance, its unlucky owner might as well not try to get away till Timothy was ready to let him go. And if it happened to be his head that Timothy Turtle seized well, then he was unluckier still! If Timothy Turtle was grumpy before Bobby Bobolink moved to Cedar Swamp, it would be hard to say what he was afterward.
"There's Brigden's farm over yonder where you see the smoke a-coming up through the trees," said the man, more and more grumpy, as Phyllis noticed. "Well, good-bye, then," said Peter. But the man said, "Wait a minute." He put his hand in his pocket and brought out some money a lot of pennies and one or two shillings and sixpences and half-a-crown. He picked out two shillings and held them out.
"What would you say about the Peacock?" asked the Shanghai Cock, who had never been friendly with him, although, to tell the truth, the Shanghai Cock was not so grumpy as he used to be. "Er er well," said the Bantam Hen, who tried not to say unpleasant things about people unless she really had to, "he he is certainly beautiful, although I can't say that I am fond of hearing him sing."
Snowy Owl doesn't leave these parts by April Fool's Day I won't like it very well. You know you agreed to get him away from here by that time." "Oh! He'll be gone by then," said Peter Mink lightly. "He always leaves at the end of the winter, because he spends his summers in the Far North." When he heard that, Grumpy Weasel was angry as anything. "Then Mr.
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