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"Phyllis is the only one who is minding her manners," Mrs. Hewitt observed with a firmness that she patently didn't mean in the least. "Phyllis, my dear, go get some of the sandwiches. We may as well lunch thoroughly. We have heaps of time before the 'gesses' get here, anyway." They were all playing like a lot of children.
Poor Phyllis danced as awkwardly as was expected, but Adeline seemed likely to be a pupil in whom a master might rejoice; Marianne was very attentive and not ungraceful, but Alethea soon saw reason to regret the arrangement that had been made, for she perceived that Jane considered the master a fair subject for derision, and her 'nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, called up corresponding looks in Marianne's face.
Haply thou hadst none, and so escaped the corruption of such folly." "Nay now, Priscilla, each one of us has just as many grandsires as another all the way back to Adam, only some of us have had more important matter in hand than to reckon up their names, and 't will never spoil a night's rest for me that I know not if my great-grandam was Cicely or Phyllis.
"Get along yourself," said Peter. He remembered what he had said about fighting boys, and, besides, he felt safe halfway up the bank. "We've as much right here as anyone else." "Oh, 'AVE you, indeed!" said the man. "We'll soon see about that." And he came across his deck and began to climb down the side of his barge. "Oh, come away, Peter, come away!" said Bobbie and Phyllis, in agonised unison.
But put the clock on for a few years: the charming Phyllis is made for better things than tying my muffler and walking beside my bath-chair. No, she must have a run for her money. And what's more, I'm not sure that I want the sole charge of that sweet nymph she would want a lot of response and sympathy and understanding. It's altogether too big a job for me, and I don't feel the call.
Then there's goods engines, great, strong things with three wheels each side joined with rods to strengthen 'em as it might be me. Then there's main-line engines as it might be this 'ere young gentleman when he grows up and wins all the races at 'is school so he will. The main-line engine she's built for speed as well as power. That's one to the 9.15 up." "The Green Dragon," said Phyllis.
It was like a journey through a long water-garden, exquisitely designed in some nobleman's park, until a thunder-storm rolled up to darken the landscape, and send Phyllis for protection to her "brother's" side.
Zen's cordial handshake did more to reassure Phyllis than any amount of explanations, and Linder's timely observation that he knew Wilson was there and was wondering about him himself had valuable corroborative effect. "But now YOUR explanations?" said Grant. "How comes it, Linder?" "Simple enough, from our side.
I know a great many stories by heart, and I will say them for you if you like. It was part of my work." "Yes," he said. "Anything." Phyllis arranged herself more comfortably on the bed, for it looked as if she had some time to stay, and began the story she knew best, because her children liked it best, Kipling's "How the Elephant Got His Trunk." "A long, long time ago, O Best Beloved...."
Perhaps she can give us more light on the subject." "But wouldn't that seem too plainly like tracking down this Miss Ramsay?" objected Leslie, "especially as she doesn't appear to care for our acquaintance!" "Not a bit!" declared Phyllis, positively. "You don't realize how well I know Aunt Sally. Why, she's a regular village institution everybody knows her and thinks the world of her.
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