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Dawson, extinguishing his cigarette and placing it behind his ear, replied that he was the fellow who could bite his, Mr. Coston's, head off. Mr. Coston said: "Huh?" Mr. Dawson said: "Sure." Mr. Coston called Mr. Dawson a pie-faced rubber-necked four-flusher. Mr. Dawson called Mr. Coston a coon. And that was where the trouble really started. It was secretly a great grief to Mr.
I'm going to take Kate down to Tom Coston's and keep her there till she gets well. Too many stuffy balls too many late suppers oyster roasts and high doings. None of that at Tom's. Up at six and to bed at ten. I've just had a letter from him and dear Peggy is crazy to have us come. Take your mare along, Kate, and you won't lack fresh air. Now what do you say, Seymour?"
In fact, the search lights discovered distinctly that one of the boats, which burned her Coston's signal to announce victory, did not have her torpedo tube open, on account of the heavy sea. Furthermore, their positions were frequently easily discovered by the immense volume of smoke and flame ejected while going at great speed. This applies as well by night as by day.
No, wait, I'll come to you " she had called out, when with a stamp of her little feet she had shaken the pleats from her skirt adding when they had all kissed her hand in turn "Yes I am going down to be dairy-maid at Peggy Coston's," at which the bald-headed old fellows, with their hands upraised in protest at so great a sacrilege, bowed to the ground, their fingers on their ruffled shirt-fronts, and the younger ones lifted their furry hats and kept them in the air until she had crossed the gang-plank and Todd and Mammy Henny, and Ben who had come to help, lost their several breaths getting the impatient dogs and baggage aboard and so she sailed away with Uncle George as chaperon, the whole party throwing kisses back and forth.
"Where did you put up?" echoed Harry, loosening his riding-jacket to give his knife and fork freer play. "I spent a week at Tom Coston's and a week at Craddock. Another lump of sugar, Todd." The boy laughed gently: "Lazy Tom's?" "Lazy Tom's and the best-hearted fellow in the world. They're going to make him a judge, they say and " " What of peach brandy? No cream in mine, Todd."
George was quite honest, and so, for that matter, was Todd: the Brown Sherry had also seen its day. "Yes, sah but how would dat fine ol' peach brandy de jedge gin ye do? It's sp'ilin' to be tasted, sah." Both eyes were now in eclipse in the effort to apprise his master that with the exception of some badly corked Madeira, Tom Coston's peach brandy was about the only beverage left in the cellar.
Dawson, facilitating the other's search by pointing with a much-chewed cigarette. It was at this moment that Nature's smile was shut off as if by a tap. For the lady in the pink skirt had been in receipt of Mr. Coston's respectful devotion for the past eight days. From this point onwards the march of events was rapid. Mr. Coston, rising, asked Mr. Dawson who he thought he, Mr. Dawson, was. Mr.
He was not at Coston's, nor anywhere in the vicinity of Wesley, but at Craddock, on the bay a small country house some miles distant, where he and his dogs had often spent days and weeks during the ducking season. St. George had settled down there to rest and get away from his troubles; that was why he had not answered Pawson's letters.
All the darky's training came into play when his master was giving a dinner: what Madeira to decant, and what to leave in its jacket of dust, with its waistcoat of a label unlaundered for half a century; the temperature of the claret; the exact angle at which the Burgundy must be tilted and when it was to be opened and how especially the "how" the disturbing of a single grain of sediment being a capital offence; the final brandies, particularly that old Peach Brandy hidden in Tom Coston's father's cellar during the war of 1812, and sent to that gentleman as an especial "mark of my appreciation to my dear friend and kinsman, St.
He might send them to Wesley of course, but then he remembered that no one at Tom Coston's ever had a gun in their hands, and they would only be a charge and a nuisance to Peggy. Or he might send them up into Carroll County to a farmer friend, but in that case he would have to pay their keep, and he needed the money for those at home. And so he waited and pondered.
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