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Updated: June 7, 2025
'Who comes wailing in the black o' night? said the voice of Vessons as they neared the hall door. 'I thought it was the lady as no gold comforts her as hollas "Lost! Alost!" in the Undern Coppy. Undern was in its June mood. Pinks frothed over the edges of the borders, and white bush-roses flung their arms high over the porch. All was heavily fragrant, close, muffling the senses.
"I KNEW she didn't ought to go acwoss ve wiver, and I knew ve wegiment would come to me if I sent Jack home." "You're a hero, Winkie," said Coppy "a pukka hero!" "I don't know what vat means," said Wee Willie Winkie, "but you mustn't call me Winkie any no more. I'm Percival Will'am Will'ams." And in this manner did Wee Willie Winkie enter into his manhood.
From his earliest years, Wee Willie Winkie had been forbidden to go across the river, and had noted that even Coppy the almost almighty Coppy had never set foot beyond it.
He lost his good-conduct badge for christening the Commissioner's wife "Pobs"; but nothing that the Colonel could do made the Station forego the nickname, and Mrs. Collen remained "Pobs" till the end of her stay. So Brandis was christened "Coppy," and rose, therefore, in the estimation of the regiment.
What for?" "You belonged to Coppy. Coppy told me so!" wailed Wee Willie Winkie, disconsolately. "I saw him kissing you, and he said he was fonder of you van Bell or ve Butcha or me. And so I came. You must get up and come back. You didn't ought to be here. Vis is a bad place, and I've bwoken my awwest." "I can't move, Winkie," said Miss Allardyce, with a groan. "I've hurt my foot.
'I've been doing nothing bad, said he, curling himself into a long chair with a studious affectation of the Colonel's languor after a hot parade. He buried his freckled nose in a tea-cup and, with eyes staring roundly over the rim, asked: 'I say, Coppy, is it pwoper to kiss big girls? 'By Jove! You're beginning early. Who do you want to kiss? 'No one.
Coppy had promised him a terrier puppy, and Coppy had permitted him to witness the miraculous operation of shaving. Nay, more Coppy had said that even he, Wee Willie Winkie, would rise in time to the ownership of a box of shiny knives, a silver soap-box, and a silver-handled "sputter-brush," as Wee Willie Winkie called it.
What for? 'You belonged to Coppy. Coppy told me so! wailed Wee Willie Winkie disconsolately. 'I saw him kissing you, and he said he was fonder of you van Bell or ve Butcha or me. And so I came. You must get up and come back. You didn't ought to be here. Vis is a bad place, and I've bwoken my awwest. 'I can't move, Winkie, said Miss Allardyce, with a groan. 'I've hurt my foot. What shall I do?
I shall call you Coppy, because of your hair. Do you mind being called Coppy? it is because of ve hair, you know." Here was one of the most embarrassing of Wee Willie Winkie's peculiarities. He would look at a stranger for some time, and then, without warning or explanation, would give him a name. And the name stuck. No regimental penalties could break Wee Willie Winkie of this habit.
'Exactly, said Coppy gravely. 'But I don't fink I'll ever want to kiss big girls, nor no one, 'cept my muvver. And I must vat, you know. There was a long pause, broken by Wee Willie Winkie. 'Are you fond of vis big girl, Coppy? 'Awfully! said Coppy. 'Fonder van you are of Bell or ve Butcha or me? 'It's in a different way, said Coppy.
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