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"Do you mean to say," Robert exclaimed, "that the Slowcoach isn't ours at all?" "Yes," said Janet. "It belongs to those measly pip-squeaks?" said Robert. "Yes," said Janet. Robert held his head in a kind of stupor. They had a very solemn tea. Everyone was depressed and mortified. "We couldn't help it, could we, mother?" Janet said several times. "Of course not," said Mrs. Avory.
"You must have plenty of tongues," she said, "in case the fire won't burn or the meat is too tough;" and privately she instructed Kink to keep an eye on their eating. "They must eat, Kink, don't forget. Never mind what they say; make them eat sensibly." To the stores Mrs. Avory herself added a number of tongues and a good deal of plain chocolate.
"Doesn't this river belong to Sir Joseph Avory?" he asked. "No," she replied, uncompromisingly. "Sir Joseph Avory's river is called the Lesset water, and runs on the other side of that hill." She raised her hunting-crop and pointed with an exquisite movement, as graceful as that of a Diana, to the hill behind her. "I am very sorry," said Stafford. "I thought this was his river.
Lawrence is proverbially ill-natured in his own kind way, and it would not have been unlike him to omit the fact that I was staying with you during the time Mrs. Avory was here. 'She came down yesterday afternoon to say good-bye to me, said Toffy eagerly. 'And I arrived by the same train, said Mrs. Wrottesley, 'which was very convenient.
Mrs. Avory agreed, and they trooped off, after the briefest lunch, taking Horace Campbell and the Rotherams with them. They had been gone two or three hours, and Mrs. Avory was sitting talking with Runcie, when Eliza Pollard brought a card on the brass tray that Janet had repoussed for her mother's last Christmas present. It ran: MR. HENRY AMORY The Red House, Chiswick, W.
"The best thing to do is to ask him," said Mrs. Avory. "Gregory, just run and bring Kink in." Kink soon appeared, fresh from the soil. "Would you be willing to drive the caravan if we decided to use it?" Mrs. Avory asked. "'If'!" cried the children. "Steady on, mother. 'If'!"
Wrottesley remained at Hulworth until her patient was better, and then the good-hearted canon joined her there for a few days and was altogether charming to poor little Mrs. Avory, who liked him far better than she liked his wife. Toffy went up to London to join Peter Ogilvie and to take ship for Argentine, and Peter went to say good-bye to Jane Erskine.
"Excuse me," said Mrs. Avory, "but we did nothing of the sort. A caravan was sent here for my children as a present, and we have simply made use of it. They have been away in it for a fortnight. It returns to-day!" "Ha!" said Mr. Amory. "Perhaps you will have the goodness to inform me who gave it to you?" "That," said Mrs. Avory, "I can't do " "Ha!" said Mr. Amory. " because," Mrs.
I hope some day you will tell us who you are. "I am, "Yours sincerely, JANET AVORY. Mary Rotheram wrote: DEAR MR. X. Then she crossed out the "Mr." because, as she said, it might be a lady, and began again: DEAR X.,
"It's no one's fault except the foolish man who brought the caravan here. What has Kink said about it?" But as no one had asked him, he was called to the cedar-tree, beneath which tea was laid on fine days. "Here's a go, mum," he said. "What did the man say who brought the caravan?" Mrs. Avory said.
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