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Come, Hasnip." They both descended like pantomime demons through the trap, and we followed, Burr major going first, with his brow knit and his bruised face looking sulky and sour, while Dicksee turned to give Tom Mercer a savagely vindictive look which was not pleasant to see. "Won't you shake hands?" I said, as my adversary was about to descend. He gave me a quick look, but made no answer.
There was quite a little burst of cheers now. "Will you stop that row!" cried Burr fiercely. "Silence! You, Dicksee," he whispered, as he helped his principal up, "if you don't go in and lick him, I'll lick you." "Tom," I was whispering, "you're sure to win." "Am I?" he said stolidly; "but I don't like knocking him about he can't fight at all." "Serve him right; he'll remember it in future.
"I don't mind my face swelling a bit now," said Mercer. "I should like to begin learning to-morrow," I said, and then we were both silent for a few minutes, till Mercer turned round with a queer laugh on his swollen face. "I say," he cried, with a chuckle, "I wonder whether old Dicksee will cry cock-a-doodle-doo next time when we've done."
Burr major and Stewart were to bowl, with Dicksee as a change when necessary, for he had a peculiar knack and twist in handling a ball, and could puzzle good players by sending in an innocent-looking, slowly-pitched ball, which looked as if it was going wide, and, when it had put the batsman off his guard, and induced him to change his position, so as to send the ball flying out of the field, it would suddenly curl round and go right into the wicket.
Nick was kindly confusing and shaming Miss Ingate with a short history and catechism of modern art, including such names as Vuillard, Bonnard, Picasso, Signac, and Matisse all very eagerly poured out and all very unnerving for Miss Ingate, whose directory of painting was practically limited to the names of Raphael, Sir Joshua, Rembrandt, Rubens, Gainsborough, Turner, Leighton, Millais, Gustave Doré and Frank Dicksee.
A nice bright crimson was just the colour for the dress, the feet he might leave bare, and it would be well to draw them from the plaster cast a pair of pretty feet would be sure to find favour with the populace. It is impossible to believe that Mr. Dicksee was moved by any deeper thought or impression when he painted this picture. The execution is not quite so childlike and bland as Mr.
It's self-defence, so you keep your best arm to keep the enemy from making your nose swelled like yours was, Master Mercer, and from sticking his fist in your eye like Master Dicksee did in yours, Master Burr. And that isn't all. If you are keeping him from hurting you, he goes on getting tired and more tired, and then your turn comes, and you can thrash him." "I see," cried Mercer.
I had the vaguest notions of what I had to do, but I imitated Dicksee as well as I could, as the boys stood on one side breathless with excitement, and Burr major and Mercer faced each other with their fists clenched. Then there was a due amount of sparring, followed by a few blows given and taken, and Burr major drew back and sat down on Dicksee's knee, Mercer taking his place on mine.
As he spoke, there was the sound of footsteps, and the medical man and the messenger who had been sent to bring him hurried up. "I'm very sorry," he said. "I was right at the other end of the parish, and had to be fetched. Is this the patient?" Dicksee had now huddled the blanket round him, and began in a whining, queer way, "What's been the matter? What are you all doing?
"Yes, that's him, and I'll give him Dicksee if he chucks stones at my Polly's hens. We shall be having 'em lay eggs with the shells broke." "Oh, nonsense, Bob! We won't tell." "And them two, and all the others coming and wanting leave to go fishing too." "No, no, I tell you," cried Mercer, but the keeper, with a malicious twinkle in his eyes, kept on without heeding him.
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