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Their dank odor the odor of germinating things seemed to come from down in the earth where the gnomes are supposed to foregather; and Van Mater's thoughts reverted with withering scorn to certain woodeny, tan objects that had been foisted upon him from time to time as mushrooms always, he now triumphantly recalled, to his own inward amazement.

His face had lighted with a new excitement. "If we want any fun on this trip, don't let him get out of our sight! Stick to him! I won't deny he has a screw loose, but " "That makes it all the better," I laughed, adding: "Looks like the Mater's toast might come true, after all, doesn't it!" for I had described our New Year's Eve to Tommy.

The new Vicar's as bad as the old one for wanting money, and the Mater's perpetually raising the wind for the parish with entertainments. She's worked all her local stars rather hard, so you can imagine she pounced upon anybody new, and got them to promise about half the programme. She came back purring. There was the other half of the programme, though, to be fixed up.

I remember Jill, when she was twelve, turning the garden-hose on me and knocking about seventy-five per cent off the market value of my best Sunday suit. That sort of thing forms a bond, you know, and I've always felt that she was a corker. But your mater's got to discover it for herself.

This poor egg's nominee has given him the raspberry at the eleventh hour, and only you can save him. And you owe it to him to do something you know, because it was your jolly old mater's lecture last night that made the nominee quit. You must charge in and take his place. Sort of poetic justice, don't you know, and what not!" He turned to Mr. Blake. "When is the conflict supposed to start?

"I have never seen anything so perfectly splendid!" chimed Dorothy, "how ever did you find such a camp?" "The mater's idea," replied Cologne, enthused with Dorothy's delight. "There used to be a big house on this farm, but it was burned down. Mother knew the place and we got it. Isn't it a perfect mansion? Mater would not hear of us sleeping in the open says tents fly away in the night.

He admired her appearance, her elegance, and the charm of her way of living, which he called "doing herself jolly well"; even her unsmiling face and characteristic lack of what is generally called vivacity won his approval. "My mater's above all that silly gushing and giggling so many women go in for, don't you know," was his verdict on Mrs. Clarke's usually serious demeanor.

They are sure to speak of it." "That's your chance. Intercept 'em. You always read the Mater's letters to her, don't you? Keep the servants' mouths shut. And I want you to write for me to all those people and cry off; pressing business any excuse you like." "But you, Charley?" "I'm off to London, to-night; must see what can be done for the old dad, you know." "How shall we explain to Mother?

He took it up carelessly, and, as he opened it, he yawned. Mother's letters are not particularly sacred things to idolized sons of Bertram's type. "I wonder what the old lady has got to say for herself," he murmured. "Can she have seen Nina? And has Nina said anything. Not that she can seriously injure me in the mater's eyes.

I was still too shaken with the varying emotions I had experienced the day before to bear well any reference to them, no matter how casual. Fortunately, Dicky was too much taken up with his own remissness to notice my silence. "I'll go out this minute and attend to them," he said. "Try to keep the mater's mind diverted from them if you can.