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"Oh! horrible!" cried Benjy, "why, he's no better than a maudlin', dawdlin', drawlin', caterwaulin' " "Come, Benjy, don't be insolent; he's second only to Tennyson. Just listen to this morceau by Buzzby. It is an Ode to Courage "`High! hot! hillarious compound of "
"Sit down, John, dear," said Mrs Buzzby in kind but commanding tones, when she got her husband fairly into his cottage, the little parlour of which was instantly crowded to excess. "Sit down, John, dear, and tell us all about it."
"Tell me a story about 'em, Buzzby do, like a good chap," said Davie Summers, burying his nose in the skirts of his hairy garment to keep it warm. "You're a capital hand at a yarn, now, fire away." "A story, lad; I don't know as how I can exactly tell ye a story, but I'll give ye wot they calls a hanecdote.
Two hours later and they came to a wide expanse of level ground at the foot of the high cliffs, where a group of Esquimaux huts, similar to those they had left, was descried. "They're all deserted too," remarked Buzzby.
He took occasion to relate the circumstances just before the "people from the house" arrived, and as the reader may perhaps prefer Buzzby's account to ours, we give it as it was delivered. "You see, it happened this way," began Buzzby. "Hand us a coal, Buzzby, to light my pipe, before ye begin," said Peter Grim.
While this one-sided conversation was taking place, Henry Van Ostend was standing on the terrace at Champ-au-Haut, discussing with Father Honoré and Octavius Buzzby the best method of investing the increasing revenues of the large estate, vacant, except for its faithful factotum and the care-takers, Ann and Hannah, during the seven years that have passed since Mrs. Champney's death. "Mr.
But you are talking nonsense, boy; do you think that I will believe a man means to say a thing is good when he calls it cracked? and I'm sure nobody would say a cracked tea-pot was as good as a whole one; but tell me, Buzzby, do you think they ever will come back?"
Jump on the sledge, Grim and Buzzby; O'Riley, you go too. Have a Care, Fred; not too near the front. Now, Meetuck " One crack of the long whip terminated the sentence as if with a full stop, and in another moment the sledge was bounding over the snow like a feather at the tails of twelve dogs.
"In coorse you may," answered Tom Green, giving the lad a push that upset him in the snow. "Come here, Buzzby, I want to speak to 'ee," said Saunders, leading him aside.
"She can't help making them, and a good deal more besides; for Romanzo Caukins, our neighbor's son, and Octavius Buzzby, my aunt's chargé d'affaires, are at the present time her abject slaves," said Champney, rising from the table at a signal from his mother. "Let's go out on the porch, and I'll tell you of the fun I've had with her poor Roman!" He shook his head and chuckled.
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