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"I'll shut the door if you don't mind. There's a fearful draught blows through this place with it open." The girl went round to the turnstile on her way out and addressed a last remark to Caroline through the little window. "You needn't be chippy with me because you haven't got twelve of everything all hand-embroidered. It isn't my fault!" she flung over her shoulder.
But he caught himself just in time, then looked around hastily to see if anybody had noticed his awkwardness. All this time poor Mr. Chippy's cries continued. There was really no reason for his alarm. For his wife was away from home, with all their children. But Mr. Chippy kept flying back and forth in a great flutter. He too called to young Master Robin that he'd better go home.
Nice chippy, easy work in its way, an' no 'arm in yer sittin' down to it. Why didn't ye, eh?" "I've never had enough education for such work as that, Mr. Twitt," answered David mildly, with something of a humorous sparkle in his eyes. "I'm afraid I should spoil more than I could pay for. You want an artist not an untrained clumsy old fellow like me." "Oh, blow artists!" said Mr.
Chippy shrieked. "Let him try!" Master Robin scoffed. He was sorry that Mr. Chippy did not hear him. But that distracted little person had already hurried off to warn somebody else. It was no time at all before Rusty Wren's wife gave a piercing scream. "That fat Robin boy he'll be caught!" she wailed. Now, it made Master Robin very angry to be spoken of in such a way as that.
There were maiden-hair ferns among them too! and the biggest lichens you ever saw on the fence, while in the hollow of a rotten rail a little chippy bird always built a hair nest. She got the hairs at our barn, for most of them were gray from our carriage horses, Ned and Jo.
"But I don't know where we're going to find a new name for him," said Buster Bumblebee, who never had many ideas of his own. "That's easy!" Mr. Chippy told him. "I've thought of a splendid name. And I'm perfectly willing to let you use it.... It's Grandfather Graybeard!" Most of the company clapped their hands when Mr. Chippy said that.
That's my governor coming in; looks rather chippy, don't he? I say, lean forward, or he'll see me. He's caught me in the supper-room five or six times already this evening. By the way, where's old Ratty? Do you know Ratty, Miss Isabel? No end of a scorch. Just the chap for you. I'll introduce you. Hullo! where is he?" added he, looking up and down the table cautiously.
"A baby bird has fallen out of the nest, and I am too lame to-day to venture down the steps; and papa and mamma are in great distress, and the babies in the nest half-starved, and can't have their dinner because the old birds dare not leave poor chippy a moment lest some stray cat should get him. See the little thing down there in the grass just under the woodbine!"
Who would not prefer him about the yard to the squawking house sparrow, or even the squabbling chippy? My catching the pair at dinner was not an accident; I soon found out that they lived there, and had settled upon a row of tall raspberry bushes that separated the garden from the lawn for their summer home.
Lord Harold Gray's a sure enough Lord, and she's his wife but but a chippy, just the same; that's what she is, in spite of the Gray emeralds and that great Gray rose diamond she wears on the tiniest chain around her scraggy neck. Do you know, Mag Monahan, that this Lady Harold Gray was just a chorus girl and a sweet chorus it must have been if she sang there! when she nabbed Lord Harold?
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