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"Greece was a very good card, Henry. Tibby's only a boy still, and one has to pick and choose subjects a little. Well done." "I was telling him I have shares in a currant-farm near Calamata. "What a delightful thing to have shares in! Can't we go there for our honeymoon?" "What to do?" "To eat the currants. And isn't there marvellous scenery?"
"It's all very well for you. You'd kick up a row if Tibby was your dog." Mary had forgotten Tibby. Now she remembered. "Where's Tibby? I want him." "Tibby's dead," said Jenny. "What's 'dead'?" "Never you mind." Roddy was singing: "'And from his nose and to his chin The worms crawled out and the worms crawled in' "That's dead," said Roddy.
"Just a small tumble. It's very near mended already. Ay, I've had a grand walking tour, but the weather was a wee bit thrawn. It's nice to see you back again, Mamma. Now that I'm an idle man you and me must take a lot of jaunts together." She beams on him as she stays herself with Tibby's scones, and when the meal is ended, Dickson draws from his pocket a slim case.
He had never been interested in human beings, for which one must blame him, but he had had rather too much of them at Wickham Place. Just as some people cease to attend when books are mentioned, so Tibby's attention wandered when "personal relations" came under discussion. Ought Margaret to know what Helen knew the Basts to know?
Westley liked to take her sewing or her reading there for her it had precious memories; the old bookcase was still filled with toys and baby books; Tibby's dolls had a corner of their own; Isobel's drawing tools were arranged on a table in the bay window and, on some open shelves, were displayed Graham's precious "specimens," all neatly labeled and mixed with a collection of war trophies.
Then Sally pu'd the gowans wat wi' dew an' twined her bree wi' tasselled broom, while I had a wee crackie wi' Tibby Buchan, the flesher's dochter frae Auld Reekie. Tibby's nae giglet gawky like the lave, ye ken, she's a sonsie maid, as sweet as ony hinny pear, wi' her twa pawky een an' her cockernony snooded up fu' sleek.
They too, poor things, had been taken in they were actually stopping at Speyer and they rather liked Helen's insisting that they must fly with us to Heidelberg. As a matter of fact, they did come on next day. We all took some drives together. They knew us well enough to ask Helen to come and see them at least, I was asked too, but Tibby's illness prevented me, so last Monday she went alone.
She grew inattentive, played with the photograph frame, dropped it, smashed Dolly's glass, apologized, was pardoned, cut her finger thereon, was pitied, and finally said she must be going there was all the housekeeping to do, and she had to interview Tibby's riding-master. Then the curious note was struck again. "Good-bye, Miss Schlegel, good-bye. Thank you for coming. You have cheered me up."
"We get the right sort of man, but the wrong side of him, and I say that's Tibby's fault. There ought to be a something about the house an I don't know what." "A touch of the W's, perhaps?" Helen put out her tongue. "Who are the W's?" asked Tibby. "The W's are things I and Meg and Aunt Juley know about and you don't, so there!"
It is well for Willie's reputation with a certain, and that not a small class of readers, that there was something even they would call useful in several of his inventions and many of his efforts; in his hydraulics, for instance, by means of which he saved old Tibby's limbs; in his house-building, too, by means of which they were able to take in grannie; and, for a long time now, he had been doing every little repair wanted in the house.
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