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"And you saw Chrissie point across to your door, and heard my ring?" "I did. And rang myself, to give orders that you should be admitted. That is the true and authentic account of the mystery. It is not so mysterious after all, is it?" "It's very embarrassing!"
Elsie whined, Agatha gurgled, and Chrissie drawled, while the listener rolled her eyes from one to another, catching a phrase here, a phrase there, until at length some dawning of the situation began to make itself known. "A sale of work! We are to slave away making pin-cushions from now until July, and then sell them to some one else! I understand that; but what is the idea of doing it?
"I was carrying you off to the doctor," said the boatswain. "How was I to know you was only shamming?" "SHAMMING?" said Chrissie, in tones of incredulous horror. "I was asleep. I often go to sleep in the afternoon." The boatswain made no reply, except to grin with great intelligence as he followed his charge upstairs again.
"Oh!" said the captain rudely, "that'll do, Jane. If he wasn't a lawyer, I'd go round and break his neck. Chrissie is only nineteen, and she'll come for a year's cruise with me. Perhaps the sea air'll strengthen her head. We'll see who's master in this family." "I'm sure I don't want to be master," said his daughter, taking a weapon of fine cambric out of her pocket, and getting ready for action.
I must tell you that Chrissie and Sharley and May had learnt something about these groups from a book of which they are very fond; it is called The First Year of Scientific Knowledge, and there are pictures in it of the different birds, beasts, and fishes which are mentioned. Now, let us think of some of the birds in the first group.
"And pride goes before a fall," said Chrissie; "remember that, Mr. Tucker." Mr. Tucker grinned, but, remembering the fable of the pitcher and the well, pressed his superior officer that evening to relieve him from his duties.
"You did very well, miss," said the boatswain, who thought he could afford to be generous. "You needn't be offended about it." "It's my ankle," said Chrissie with a little whimper. "Oh! I twisted it right round." The boatswain stood regarding her in silent consternation "It's no use looking like that," said Chrissie sharply, "you great clumsy thing.
The other day Chrissie had what you would consider a rare treat, for his father took him and his brother down a coal-mine. They put on some of the miners' clothes, and then got into the "cage," and were let down by a strong chain; down, down, until they reached the bottom of the shaft, as the tunnel from the mouth of the coal-pit to the place where men are at work below is called.
First of all that was the day after John's departure two or three loyal Boers and an English store-keeper from Lake Chrissie, in New Scotland, outspanned on the place and implored Silas Croft to fly for his life into Natal while there was yet time. They said that the Boers would certainly shoot any Englishman who might be sufficiently defenceless. But the old man would not listen.
Have you come from town? Agatha, Chrissie, bring in a few chairs! This is the only room that has a pretence of a carpet, but at any rate we can give you a chair to sit upon." "But I don't want one. I have been sitting in the train, and would rather stand for a change, or, still better, help with some work. Please don't treat me as a visitor! What were you about when I came in? Laying a carpet?
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