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When Whittington's face was washed, his hair curled, his hat cocked, and he was dressed in a nice suit of clothes he was as handsome and genteel as any young man who visited at Mr.
His square, sturdy build, without fat or softness, suggested a freight locomotive with a driving power to go through anything. He was not a handsome man, but he was undeniably a strong one. He plunged at once into the purpose of his visit. "I guess you know I'm Whittington's father. I've just been over to Principal Blodgett's, having a talk about Percy.
He walked as far as Holloway; and there sat down on a stone, which to this day is called "Whittington's Stone," and began to think to himself which road he should take. While he was thinking what he should do, the Bells of Bow Church, which at that time were only six, began to ring, and their sound seemed to say to him: "Turn again, Whittington, Thrice Lord Mayor of London."
'But perhaps I could speak to his niece Nurse Edith, did you say her name was? "But the doctor shook his head. 'I'm afraid that, too, is impossible. Nurse Edith left with a patient to-night also. 'I seem to be real unlucky, I remarked. 'Have you Mr. Whittington's address in town? I guess I'd like to look him up when I get back. 'I don't know his address.
Then one of the sailors bethought him of Dick Whittington's cat who had already distinguished herself on shipboard by her industry in her art and accordingly next day, when the feast was served, and the rats, as usual, prepared to make away with it, puss was produced, and not only drove away the pest, but killed a considerable number.
A Japanese damsel walked arm-in-arm with a Lancashire witch; an Italian peasant hob-a-nobbed with "The Queen of Sheba," a Spanish lady was talking to "Old Mother Hubbard," while such characters as "A Medicine Bottle," or "An Aeroplane" rubbed shoulders with an "Egyptian Princess" or "Dick Whittington's Cat."
We cannot be certain to a year or two. There is a similar uncertainty about the year of Sir Richard Whittington's birth. But both these great men, whose careers afford in some respects striking contrasts, were born within a few years of the middle of the fourteenth century.
All the geniality had faded out of Whittington's face. It was purple with rage, and the veins stood out on the forehead. And behind it all there lurked a sort of incredulous dismay. He leaned forward and hissed savagely: "So that's your little game, is it?" Tuppence, though utterly taken aback, nevertheless kept her head.
Whittington's evening of invited guests and the Cabinet ladies' afternoon of volunteer guests. "Volunteer guests is good," he laughed. "Do you mean that anybody can go?" "Anybody that is able to be about. This is Cabinet Day. There's a Supreme Court Day and a Senators' Day, and a Representatives' Day. Do you mean to say you weren't going to call upon your Senator?" "I didn't know I had any."
'And when I'm gone, Aubrey, mind you see to Mab, he said, laughing. 'Oh! I thought Mab was to act Whittington's cat. 'I'm afraid they would eat her up; besides, there's the voyage. No, you must keep her till I come home, even if she is to end like Argus. Would you die of joy at seeing me, eh, little black neb? Let us meet, And question this most bloody piece of work, To know it farther. Macbeth
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