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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Then you reckon," said Uncle Ben slowly, regarding the work before him, "that I'd better jest chuck them Dobell fellers overboard?" "I certainly should," responded the master with infinite gravity. "And sorter waltz in fresh, like one them children?" "Like a child," nodded the master as he left the porch.
Uncle Ben, stripped of his coat and waistcoat, with his shirt-sleeves rolled up on his powerful arms, had evidently cast Dobell and all misleading extraneous aid aside, and with the perspiration standing out on his foolish forehead, and his perplexed face close to the master's desk, was painfully groping along towards the light in the tottering and devious tracks of Master Johnny Filgee, like a very child indeed!
A retirement was accordingly ordered, and on the morrow Kressenstein counter-attacked. He was driven back with considerable losses, and although Dobell had failed to take Gaza he had reached the Wady Ghuzze and secured the means of bringing his railhead right up to the front of battle.
Finding, however, that the attitude was not conducive to explanation, he presently rose again, and picking up one of the school-books from the master's desk eyed it unskilfully upside down, and then said hesitatingly, "I reckon ye ain't usin' Dobell's 'Rithmetic here?" "No," said the master. "That's bad. 'Pears to be played out that Dobell feller. I was brought up on Dobell. And Parsings' Grammar?
"They don't seem to be afeared of nothing, do they?" There was another pause. The master suddenly turned from the window. "I tell you what, Uncle Ben," he said with prompt decision and unshaken gravity, "the only thing for you to do is to just throw over Dobell and Parsons and Jones and the old quill pen that I see you're accustomed to, and start in fresh as if you'd never known them.
"Awful," said Mary. But Helen said: "She wouldn't go there. She'd take a little house, like Miss Dobell, and have tea-parties on Thursdays somewhere near the Cathedral." "No, she wouldn't!" said Jeremy excitedly. "How could she take a little house if she hadn't any money?
"For a man ez wos brought up on Parsings, Dobell, and Jones, thar don't appear to be much show nowadays." The master did not reply. Observing several shades of color chase each other on Uncle Ben's face, he bent his own gravely over his books.
Miss Dobell, who was in appearance like one of those neat silk umbrellas with the head of a parrot for a handle, and whose voice was like the running brook both for melody and monotony, thus suddenly appealed to, blushed, stammered, and finally admitted that the Archdeacon was, in her opinion, a hero. "That's not exactly the point, dear Mary," said Miss Stiles.
"Oh, everybody knows," said Miss Stiles, looking round to Miss Dobell and the doctor for support, "that young Brandon is spending the whole of his time down in Seatown, and that Miss Annie Hogg is not entirely unconnected with his visits." "Really, Ellen," said Mrs. Combermere, bringing her fist down upon the table, "you're a disgusting woman.
I'll be quite willing to admit defeat." "Oh, a year's time!" She laughed more pleasantly. "A great deal can happen in a year. You may be a bishop by then, Canon Ronder," "Ah, that would be more than I deserve," he answered quite gravely. The little duel was over. She turned around, introduced him to Miss Dobell and Puddifoot, both of whom, however, he had already met.
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