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But they borrowed his horses and his money, and lived for months as his guests at the huge ugly house which was his home; and Toffy accepted it all, and philosophized about it in his grave way, and read his Bible, and loved Mrs. Avory.
Avory, and wishing to goodness that Toffy had never met her. The big house seemed too full of people for his taste to-night. Every room and corridor was occupied, and Peter said, 'Let's go to my mother's sitting-room. Do you mind, Jane? We can get cool on the bridge.
"I am not one of the Avories, and the caravan was therefore not given to me, but my brother and I have been so happy in it that I want to say thank you for it quite as if I were an Avory all the time. We live near them at Chiswick, you know.
Avory. He is an example to us all. Canon Wrottesley had always been devoted to his wife. Her quiet dress and her mantle had ever seemed to him the essence of good womanhood, and he respected her for her considerable fortune as well as for her unimpeachable orthodoxy. His highest term of praise of her was to speak of her as the helpmeet for him.
It's a caravan!" "A caravan!" the children shouted together, and with one movement they dashed off to see. Old Kink laughed and Mrs. Avory laughed. "It's a caravan right enough," he said. "And a very pretty one too, and none of they nasty gypsies in it neither." "But where does it come from?" Mrs.
And if some of their eyes were not quite dry, I am sure you don't blame them. "Now," said Robert, as he made a note of what his pedometer said sixty-seven miles and a quarter, for he considered this the end of the real walk "now for the station." First, however, a telegram had to go, and Hester insisted on sending it, as she had an idea, and this is what she sent: "Avory, The Gables, Chiswick.
Janet, the eldest, was also the most practical. She was, in fact, towards the others almost more of a younger mother than an elder sister. Not that Mrs. Avory neglected them at all; but Janet relieved her of many little duties. She always knew when their feet were likely to be wet, and Robert had once said that she had "stocking changing on the brain."
He fell back, too much overcome to speak. The box contained twenty-five new sovereigns. Mr. Lenox either knew everything, or knew someone who knew everything, so that he was always certain to be able to help in any difficulty. Mrs. Avory wrote to him to come round and consult with her about it, and he was there at tea time. "A caravan!" he said, after she had finished. "Ripping! Nothing better."
Kink, who was a great tease, pretended to think for quite a long time, until his silence had driven the children nearly desperate. "Yes," he then said, "I should, mum, provided you let me find a trustworthy man to go on with the garden. Otherwise I shouldn't dare to face Mrs. Collins when I came back." "That's very kind of you, Kink," said Mrs. Avory. "Good old Kinky!" said Gregory.
Once upon a time there was a nice family. Its name was Avory, and it lived in an old house in Chiswick, where the Thames is so sad on grey days and so gay on sunny ones. Mr. or rather Captain Avory was dead; he had been wounded at Spion Kop, and died a few years after. Mrs. Avory was thirty-five, and she had four children.
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