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Uncle John was a bachelor of fifty-five, possessing twelve thousand pounds, a strong disinclination to part with any of them, a good heart, and a bad temper. "Good morning t' ye, good folks; as usual, I perceive, billing and cooing." The Bagshaws had by this time got together in a corner of the garden, and were lovingly occupied in trimming the same pot of sweet peas.
As Uncle John was stepping into the boat, Richards, with great dexterity, exchanged parcels with him, putting the Italian sausage into Uncle John's pocket and the spoons into his own; enhancing the wit of the manoeuvre by whispering to the Bagshaws, who, with infinite delight, had observed it. "Hang me," said Richards, "but he shall have enough of the garlic!"
The dinner-hour arrived, and so did Uncle John, but with a face of unspeakable woe. "I feared how it would be." "What! can't he be with us on the 24th?" inquired both the Bagshaws at the same instant. "He will if he can; but he won't promise. But to-day! However, it serves us right; we were unwise to indulge a hope of his coming at so short a notice.
Richards, and to eject the Bagshaws from the snug corner they held in his last will and testament. This explosion seemed to have banished pleasure for that day. They were all, more or less, out of humor; and instead of making the best of things, as they had hitherto done, they now made the worst of them. Jack Richards tried to be facetious, but it would not do.
Here it was settled that the Snodgrasses should contribute four chickens and a tongue; the Bagshaws, their pigeon-pie; Wrench and son, a ham; Sir Thomas Grouts, a hamper of his own choice wine; Miss Snubbleston, a basket of fruit and pastry; Uncle John, his silver spoons, knives, and forks; and Jack Richards his charming company. And lastly came the committee for general purposes!
Uncle John, indeed, did utter something about the pug and the child two such nuisances people bringing their brats into grownup company. At length the procession set out: the Bagshaws, Uncle John, and Jack Richards bringing up the rear in a hackney-coach. On reaching the corner of the street, Mrs. Bagshaw called out to the driver to stop. "What is the matter, dear?" said Bagshaw.
Bagshaw; "but this is only the 3d of July, and, as the anniversary of our happy day is the 24th of August, the weather may change." This proposition Mr. Bagshaw did not attempt to deny. The Bagshaws were the happiest couple in the world.
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