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Unfortunately I have not a fierce small Irish boy to hand; but, thank goodness! there are still red Deepings left in England." "What is a red Deeping?" said Mrs. Gibson. "The red Deepings are an old East Anglian strain red-haired and very fierce and cantankerous when roused. My little cousin Pollyooly here is a red Deeping." "Oh, do you think she could cope with that horrid little boy?" said Mrs.
She would have liked to put her tongue a long way out at him; but she felt that red Deepings did not do so. The nurse came down to the castle with Kathleen and Mary, and said in a tone of respectful awe: "However you dare, miss! And him a prince too!" "I don't care a pin for him," said Pollyooly calmly. She stepped back to the castle and continued the work of construction.
People will ask you about our relations of course, because by the sea there is so much time for idle curiosity; and you had better tell them that you are a cousin of mine. That is nothing but the truth, for you are undoubtedly a red Deeping; and all the Deepings, red or neutral-tinted, are cousins, first, second, third, fourth, and so on, of mine." "Yes, sir," said Pollyooly gravely.
How old are they?" said Miss Lambart in an incredulous tone, for fixed very firmly in her mind was the belief that the princess had been carried off by the Socialists and foreigners. "I never know whether they are thirteen or fourteen. But I do know that nothing out of the common happens in the Deepings without their having a hand in it. I have the honor to be their uncle," said Sir Maurice.
It is to be feared that the princess found the kisses sweeter for the ban Erebus had laid on them. No one in the Deepings suspected that the missing princess was on Deeping Knoll. There had been sporadic outbursts of suspicion that the Twins had had a hand in her disappearance. But no one had any reason to suppose that they and the princess had even been acquainted.
To her firm spirit the idea of working in gloves savoured of dilettantism. "You see a lady and all red Deepings are gentlefolk of course a lady must have good hands," said the Honourable John Ruffin in a deprecating tone. "Yes, sir," said Pollyooly solemnly.
"These red Deepings are all alike," said the duke carelessly. "Oh? He's a red Deeping, is he? Who's his father?" said Lady Salkeld almost briskly. "It's a secret," said the duke with perfect truthfulness, for he did not know. Lady Salkeld looked at him, sniffed, and said with some tartness: "Well, I never expected you to be mysterious, Osterley."
"But what can you expect?" said the Honourable John Ruffin amiably. "The red Deepings were notable people, ruling a county, and hacking and hewing the best people in four counties round, when the ancestors of the prince were swineherds in a Prussian forest. And those ancestors stayed in that forest for five hundred years after that.
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