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Crayshaw; but there he sat, and I thought I never should have persuaded him to get on my back, for good-natured as he is, Jem is as obstinate as a pig. But I said, "What's the use of my having been first horse with the heaviest weight in school, if I can't carry you?" So he got up and I carried him a long way, and then a cart overtook us, and we got a lift home.
"And should have been now," Crayshaw gasped out, "only I ran over here just after my lunch." Emily, the only person seated on a chair, John's throne in fact, was far back in the room, and could not be seen from below.
"In what respect?" asked Crayshaw. "In what respect? Well, sir, this is how it is. I wouldn't do anything mean nor dishonest; but as for them two, they couldn't. I never had the education neither to be a gentleman, nor wished to. Not that I talk as these here folks do down here I'd scorn it. I'm a Sunbury man myself, and come from the valley of the Thames, and talk plain English.
Do you know anything of the object of his coming?" "Nothing." "Anything of his plans?" "Nothing." "You know where he is staying?" "Naturally," Dory answered. "He has taken a second-floor flat in Crayshaw Mansions, Shaftesbury Avenue. As usual, he is above all petty artifices. He has taken it under the name of Monsieur Guillot."
"Without a doubt," Peter answered. "I must certainly call upon Monsieur Guillot." Peter wasted no time in paying his promised visit. That same afternoon he rang the bell at the flat in Crayshaw Mansions. A typical French butler showed him into the room where the great man sat. Monsieur Guillot, slight, elegant, preeminently a dandy, was lounging upon a sofa, being manicured by a young lady.
You will never be able to appreciate me till you have learned to make allowance for such little eccentricities of genius. "Yours, with sentiments that would do anybody credit, "Gifford Crayshaw." The second letter, which was also addressed to both sisters, was from Johnnie, and ran as follows: "Now look here, you two fellows are not to expect me to spend all my spare time in writing to you.
"We used to think it would do him good to have his tongue slit," said Crayshaw, "but there's no need. When I torment him and chaff him, he never does it." "I hope there is no need," said Grand, a little uncertain whether this remedy was proposed in joke or earnest. "Valentine has been reminding me that he used to lisp horribly when a child, but he entirely cured himself before he was your age."
"Well, sir, something about republican institootions." "Ah! and so you hate them like poison?" "Yes, in a manner of speaking I do. But I've been a-thinking," continued Swan, taking the nails out of his lips and leaning in at the window, "I've been a-thinking as it ain't noways fair, if all men is ekal which you're allers upholding that you should say Swan, and I should say Mister Crayshaw."
"The first one, then," said Barbara, "ought to be Johnnie's parody that he did in the holidays. Mamma gave him a title for it, 'Ode on a Distant Prospect of leaving Harrow School." Then it was that Valentine snatched the paper. "Most of them are quite serious," Crayshaw here remarked. "Ah, so this is the list of them," said Valentine, pretending to read: "One.
"Father would not let us bring him," said Barbara, confirming the assurance of the others on that head. "I have a great mind to go back all the way round by Wigfield to take leave of him," said Crayshaw. "You think I don't love that dog? All I know is, then, that I called him out of his kennel the last time I left him woke him from his balmy slumber, and kissed him."
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