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Mr. Pringle, let me remind my readers, was the original editor of Blackwood’s Magazine, a magazine which still maintains its reputation as being the best of its class. Mr.
He tried and missed an easy shot; he chalked his cue with assiduous care. "Here, you! Quit knockin' those balls round!" bawled Max, the bartender. "What you think this is a kindergarten?" "Why, I paid for all the games I lost, didn't I?" asked Pringle, much abashed. He mopped his face. It was warm, though the windows and doors were open.
"But the rich have the House of Lords, where they are paramount," said Sandy Pringle. "A very feeble barrier that would be found against the abuses of democracy," said Francis. "You know well that in all emergencies the Lords must give way to the Commons." "'Deed maun they," said Jamie Howison, "and the only chance of justice for huz that they maun.
When Captain and Mrs. Pringle returned to Bayford to take leave, they found grandmamma so thoroughly at home, that Maria could find no words to express her gratitude. Maria herself could hardly have been recognised, she had grown so like her husband in look and manner!
As for young Breslin, Pringle had long since sized him up for what the Major knew him to be a good-hearted, right-meaning simpleton. In the indifferent-seeming Anastacio, Pringle recognized an unknown quantity.
Sometimes when Pringle came they would bring a school friend, in which case Pringle and he would play the twins.
Paul Pringle and the rest of the crew of the Terrible were eager once more to meet the foe. "Here we've been a-cruising up and down these two years, and never once been able to get alongside them Frenchmen, to have a regular-built stand-up fight!" exclaimed Paul as he and Abel Bush and one or two others were stretching their legs on the forecastle.
"For a boy?" laughed Janet. "I think boys are a whole lot more fun than girls." "I don't," Daphne replied airily. "I think they are all very stuck up. Chuck is; you'll see that to-morrow night." "Wonder if Miss Pringle will really have our things ready for us," Sally said. "She is always so uncertain. If she doesn't, I think I will die of disappointment."
"Huzza!" shouted Jack Pringle; "that's one good job." Henry looked rather resentful, which the admiral could not but observe, and so, less with the devil-may-care manner in which he usually spoke, the old man addressed him. "Hark ye, Mr.
She stood, her hands resting on the table, her eyes fastened on the long blue envelope which Mr. Wynne had forgotten. From a long way off she heard the wheels of the cab on the driveway. "I thought they were never going. Well?" It was Miss Pringle who had come in from her retreat in the garden, eager to hear the news the moment she had seen the Wickhams driving away.
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