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Updated: July 13, 2025
'Now, our plan shall be this, says Bullfinch, with his forefinger at his nose. 'As soon as we get to Namelesston, we'll drive straight to the Temeraire, and order a little dinner in an hour. And as we shall not have more than enough time in which to dispose of it comfortably, what do you say to giving the house the best opportunities of serving it hot and quickly by dining in the coffee-room?
"Would," said he, "that I might teach them the divine science as I would wish; but the master would not allow me; indeed, he would dismiss me if I attempted to do so." "I do not understand you." "Let me explain to you. You know that there are certain old women who, for a consideration, will train a linnet or a bullfinch to whistle any air?"
Here's yesterday's sherry, one and eightpence, and here we are again two shillings. And what the devil does ninepence mean? This new portent utterly confounded the waiter. He wrung his napkin, and mutely appealed to the ceiling. 'Waiter, fetch that sherry, says Bullfinch, in open wrath and revolt. 'I want to know, persisted Mr. Indignation Cocker, 'the meaning of ninepence.
I appeal to Bullfinch's intimate knowledge of my wants and ways to decide whether I was usually ready to be pleased with any dinner, or for the matter of that with anything that was fair of its kind and really what it claimed to be. Bullfinch doing me the honour to respond in the affirmative, I agreed to ship myself as an able trencherman on board the Temeraire.
But it's nice to have a boy so willing to run errands," she said, giving Jerry the grocery list. "Sure you can manage?" Jerry was sure. When he stopped by at the Bullfinches' on his way back from the store he had to get change from a twenty this time Mr. Bullfinch was getting ready to go to an auction out in Rockville. "How'd you like to come with me?" he invited Jerry. Mr.
Well, soon after I put fresh charcoal on the fire I often read late you know there was a sharp series of bangs and I realized what had happened." Then all that banging hadn't been a car backfiring, thought Jerry. "There is a shelf in the garage over the sack of charcoal," Mr. Bullfinch continued, "and there was a box of cartridges on the shelf.
Bullfinch had been especially cordial to him lately as if to make up for having suspected him of housebreaking. "If you've never been to an auction you might find it interesting." Jerry liked the idea. He said he would be right back as soon as he took the groceries home and asked his mother if he could go. "Fine. Hope you can go. I'll be glad of your company," said Mr. Bullfinch.
Bullfinch did not look like the sort of man who would install an electric chair, the kind they have in penitentiaries, in his house and begin to execute his neighbors the first day he moved in. Still, better be safe than sorry, Jerry reasoned. "I'll show you how it works," said Mr. Bullfinch, sitting down in the chair.
Having gotten his breath from his last draught, the Friar began talking again in this wise: "Now, sweet lad, canst thou not sing me a song? La, I know not, I am but in an ill voice this day; prythee ask me not; dost thou not hear how I croak like a frog? Nay, nay, thy voice is as sweet as any bullfinch; come, sing, I prythee, I would rather hear thee sing than eat a fair feast.
The rest of the company joining in her entreaties she left him no peace till he gave way to her desire, and after that he had protested that his singing was no better than the twitter of a starling or a bullfinch, and his ditty only such as he remembered from his boyhood's time, he sang the song "It rained on the bridge and I was wet" in a voice neither loud nor fine, but purely, and with great modesty.
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