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"Well, sir, dare say I am," was the reply; "but what can you expect of a man when you take him out of his garden and make a soldier of him all at once." "Samson!" "Yes, sir. Breakfast's ready, sir, such as it is. What's the matter with you? I never had such a job to waken you before." "I I was very sound asleep," stammered Fred, rising hastily. "Did did I say anything?"
Adna had traveled enough to know that the way to order a meal in a hotel is to give the waiter a wise look and say, "Bring me the best you got." This waiter looked a little surprised, but he said, "Yes, sir. Do you like fruit and eggs and rolls, maybe?" "Nah," said Adna. "Breakfast's my best meal. Bring us suthin' hearty and plenty of it.
He was hopelessly vulgar, but an absolutely good-natured and straight person. "He will do what I wish," she thought. Her uneasiness vanished as soon as the first shock of her mother's disclosure was over. She entered the house. "Why, missie?" said Tildy, "w'erehever 'ave you been? The breakfast's stony cold upstairs, and Mrs. 'Owland's cryin' like nothin' at all."
"I'll have him for Dad, anyhow, even if I don't catch another." "Yes, Dad's breakfast's all right," laughed the Hermit. "But don't worry, you'll catch more yet. See, there goes Harry." There was a shout as Harry, with a scientific flourish of his rod, hauled a small blackfish from its watery bed. "Not bad for a beginning!" he said, grinning. "But not a patch on yours, Norah!"
"Yes," added the medical adviser, "it's a complaint a good many men, who haven't been raised to work, are afflicted with. Well, I'll mix you up a tonic, and you'll drive down for it yourself. The thing won't be half as efficacious if you send the hired man. Then you'll set to every morning soon as breakfast's over, and do a couple of hours' smart chopping for a week.
"Sit up to the table, children, breakfast's ready." The speaker was a woman of middle age, not good-looking in the ordinary acceptation of the term, but nevertheless she looked good. She was dressed with extreme plainness, in a cheap calico; but though cheap, the dress was neat. The children she addressed were six in number, varying in age from twelve to four.
Anyway, my life and interests are bound to yours, and I want you to know every effort of mine will be to further your interests. This has made no change in me that way. You can trust me as you'd trust yourself. I'm not here to squeal for any mercy from you, Jeff. And maybe some day you'll understand. I guess your breakfast's ready. I'll have mine later."
Come along, breakfast's not cleared away yet, and they'll make you some fresh tea." He turned to me. "Look after her, Hastings, will you? Wells is waiting for me. Oh, here's Monsieur Poirot. He's helping us, you know, Evie." Miss Howard shook hands with Poirot, but glanced suspiciously over her shoulder at John. "What do you mean helping us?" "Helping us to investigate." "Nothing to investigate.
"Lunch, do you mean?" "We're through breakfast long ago, dearie," said her mother. "No wonder you slept late. We wanted you to." "Breakfast's all through!" exclaimed the child, and they were surprised at her dismay. "Yes, but Mrs. Forbes will get you something," said her father. "But has grandpa gone?" asked the child. Before they could reply the housekeeper passed the door and Jewel ran to her.
If Ethan had smelled the savory viands in the course of preparation for him, he had made no sign; but he was probably too busy to heed anything but the darling engine he was so affectionately caressing with handfuls of packing and spurts of oil. "What's that bell for, Lawry?" shouted he. "Breakfast's ready," replied Lawry. "I wouldn't stop to eat now would you?"
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