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'Hang the brute! exclaimed Mr. Waffles, in disgust; 'I've a good mind to have his throat cut. 'Nay, replied Mr. Buckram, brightening up, and stirring the silver round and round in his pocket like a whirlpool, 'nay, replied he, 'he's fit for summat better nor that. 'Not much, I think, replied Mr. Waffles, pouting with disgust. He now stood silent for a few seconds.

To David she said: "I love waffles and honey for lunch, don't you?" "I do," responded David. "But I didn't know I was to stop for lunch." "Father, didn't you tell him?" demanded Ruby. "I surely did," prevaricated Joey; "but you were both talking so 'ard he didn't 'ear me."

Sponge arrived there; nevertheless, during the few days that remained to them, Mr. Jawleyford contrived to scrape a pretty intimate acquaintance with a gentleman whose wealth was reported to equal, if it did not exceed, that of Mr. Waffles himself. 'Mr.

Silvanus Rock entered the sun-room, all smiles. "I believe I'll try some of those waffles, mother, if they are still handy," he exclaimed. "My headache's passed off and I'm feeling quite myself again." He beamed on his son. "And now, De Lancy, you were telling me about that new car. It seems to me like a pretty stiff price but I guess you might as well go ahead and order it."

And in a very little while, indeed, the work was finished, and Schlorge scrambled eagerly upon the stump and arranged his hands. Then he began: "I'm requested to say On this glickering day That Avrillia is feeding the Birds; And if Sara will come She will find her at home, With waffles and welcoming words."

Louder and louder grew the din; and then, at its height, it ceased in one crescendo of tumult, and all was still, save for a faint, angry moaning. Such was the cat fight of Master Eddie Waffles; and Ashe, though falling short of the master, as a pupil must, rendered it faithfully and with energy. To say that the attention of the company was diverted from Mr.

Also Colonel Musgrave had presently good reason to lament a contretemps, over which he was sulking when Mrs. Pendomer rustled to her seat at the breakfast-table, with a shortness of breath that was partly due to the stairs, and in part attributable to her youthful dress, which fitted a trifle too perfectly. "Waffles?" said Mrs. Pendomer.

While these three persons are comfortably seated at the tea-table, enjoying their waffles, cold tongue, and canned peaches, and asking and answering questions helter-skelter in the delightful confusion of reunion after long separation, let us briefly inform the reader who and what they are. Mr.

"Cafe frappe for me," said Dotty, "and waffles." "Thick chocolate and whipped cream for mine," said Alicia. "Oh, when shall I ever get these lovely things again? Think of going back to boarding-school diet!" "Don't you have good things to eat at that nice school?" asked Dolly. "Oh, good enough, but not lovely, fancy things like these."

Out in the sitting-room she heard her mother saying, "Yes, of course we can have waffles for supper. Where's Peggy?" Then Peggy ran away. In the wintry dusk the doctor came stamping in, shaking the snow from his bearskins. As always, "Where's Peggy?" was his first question. Peggy was not to be found, they told him. They had been all over the house, calling her.