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There was something very cold-blooded about Anonyma's womanly charm. "Good Lord," said Kew, "I wish angels had never been invented. I never am one, only people always tell me to be one. I never get officially recognised in heaven. What is the plan?" "There is Russell's car doing nothing," began Mrs. Gustus. "Do you mean Christina?" interrupted Kew, shocked at such formality.
Kent devoted himself to Olga, Gustus to Margery and Charlie to Lydia. Kent and Olga kept the camp supplied with fish. Excepting at meal time and the bathing hour, they spent the day in a birchbark canoe on the lake. Gustus and Margery were the least strenuous of the party and caused Miss Towne, as a consequence, more uneasiness than the rest.
You may, if you please, meet the Family after breakfast at Mr. Russell's house in Kensington, about three months after Jay had run away. There were four people in the room. They were Cousin Gustus, Mrs. Gustus, Kew, and Mr. Russell. It behoves me to try and tell you very simply about Mrs. Gustus, because she prided herself on simplicity.
"'The moon hid her light from the heaven that night, and wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame! I wish that young man would leave off playing," added Mrs. Pentecost, venting her rising irritation on Gustus Junior. "I've had enough of him he tickles my ears." "Proud, I'm sure, ma'am," said the unblushing Pedgift. "The whole science of music consists in tickling the ears."
Cousin Gustus also, with no traces of a headache except a faint smell of Eau-de-Cologne, had come down hopefully to breakfast. "Obviously the North coast of Cornwall," said Mrs. Russell. "The village might be Boscastle, and the island is surely Lundy.... Such an intensely funny name, Lundy, isn't it? Ha-ha! For some reason it amuses me more and more every time I hear it.
She used to be such a human sort, and anybody with half an ear could hear the decisions bubbling about under the lid for weeks before they boiled over." Everybody even Cousin Gustus knew that he was talking of Jay. Kew said so much that he might be excused for forgetting occasionally what he had not said. Besides, he had talked of little else but Jay since he rejoined his Family two days before.
"Don't call her Russell's car, it sounds so cold." "There is Russell's Christina doing nothing," compromised Anonyma. "And petrol isn't so bad as it will be. And it's a beautiful time of year. And you are not strong yet, really. And we want Jay back." "A procession of facts doesn't make a plan," objected Kew. "It may lead to one, eventually," said Mrs. Gustus.
"Oh, mustn't it be wonderful!" breathed the admirer, and Cousin Gustus, who was always properly impressed by his wife when the example was set by strangers, nodded with a proprietary smile. "And are you writing now?" she continued. "I am always writing," said Mrs. Gustus, who had seldom enjoyed herself so much, "my pen never rests. A lifetime is too short to allow of rest.
"Yes, that's the name of him; the 'kernil's' the name of him." "Is it possible!" said Mr. Brooks, looking very much pleased. "Uncle 'Gustus has curly hair on his cheeks, on his mouf, all round. Not little prickles, sticking out like needles." "O, you girl!" said Bennie, frowning at Fly. "You mustn't laugh at my pa's beard.
He gave his orders to the boatmen, dived briskly into the little cabin, and reappeared with a concertina in his hand. "Neat, Miss Milroy, isn't it?" he observed, pointing to his initials, inlaid on the instrument in mother-of-pearl. "My name's Augustus, like my father's. Some of my friends knock off the 'A, and call me 'Gustus Junior. A small joke goes a long way among friends, doesn't it, Mr.
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