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Updated: May 10, 2025
"Yes, to be sure, Sergeant," nodded Miss Priscilla, with another sly look. "But let me introduce you to Mr. Bellew who is staying at Dapplemere."
"He lives at 'Brampton Court' a great, big house 'bout a mile from Dapplemere; an' he's always asking my Auntie to marry him, but 'course she won't you know." "Why not?"
Consequently I have roamed East and West, and North and South, in quest of it." "Really?" said Mr. Cassilis, stifling a yawn, and turning towards Miss Anthea with the very slightest shrug of his shoulders. "And, in Dapplemere," concluded Bellew, solemnly, "I have, at last, found my ideal " "Goose-berry!" added Anthea with a laugh in her eyes. "Arcadia being a land of ideals!" nodded Bellew.
Surely in all its many years the old house of Dapplemere had seldom borne the brunt of such a storm, so wild, so fierce, and pitiless! And, lying there upon his bed, listening to the uproar, and tumult, Bellew must needs think of her who had once said: "We are placing all our hopes, this year, upon the hops!" How Small Porges, in his hour of need, was deserted by his Uncle "Ruined, sir! Done for!
"Seeing which, sir, an' because she must have that money if she 'opes to keep the roof of Dapplemere over 'er 'ead, I, there an' then, made up, or as you might say, concocted a story, a anecdote, or a yarn, upon the spot, Mr. Belloo sir." "Most excellent Machiavelli! proceed!"
So great was it, indeed, that Bellew was constrained to turn aside, and make a wide detour, purely for the sake of the radiant joy in Small Porges' eager face. When, at last, they came within sight of Dapplemere, and the great machine crept up the rutted, grassy lane, Small Porges sighed, and spoke: "Auntie Anthea," said he, "are you sure that you are married nice an' tight, you know?"
Bellew walked on at a good pace with his back turned resolutely towards the House of Dapplemere, and thus, as he swung into that narrow, grassy lane that wound away between trees, he was much surprised to hear a distant hail. Facing sharp about he espied a diminutive figure whose small legs trotted very fast, and whose small fist waved a weather-beaten cap.
An' now we're going to live happy ever after, all of us, an' Uncle Porges is going to take us to sail the oceans in his ship, he's got a ship that all belongs to his very own self, you know, Auntie Anthea, so all will be revelry an' joy just like the fairy tale, after all." And so, at last, they came to the door of the ancient House of Dapplemere.
"And is the Squire over here at Dapplemere very often, Adam?" "Why, not so much lately, sir. Last time were yesterday, jest afore Master Georgy come 'ome. I were at work here in the yard, an' Squire comes riding up to me, smiling quite friendly like, which were pretty good of him, considering as Job Jagway ain't back to work yet.
"Money, you know," explained Georgy, Porgy with a patient sigh, "pounds, an' shillings, an' bank-notes in a sack if I can get them." "And what does such a very small Georgy Porgy want so much money for?" "Well, it's for my Auntie, you know, so she won't have to sell her house, an' go away from Dapplemere.
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