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He was still floundering when he heard swift footsteps coming up the garden, and Miss Drewitt, very upright and somewhat flushed of face, confronted him. "I I called to see the captain," he said, hastily, "and Joseph told me you were in the garden. I couldn't see you anywhere, so I took the liberty of sitting out there to wait for the captain's return." Miss Drewitt listened impatiently.
The door opened and revealed to her indignant gaze the figure of Mr. Tredgold. His ears and nose were of a brilliant red and his eyes were watering with the cold. She eyed him inquiringly. "Good afternoon," he said, bowing. Miss Drewitt returned the greeting. "Isn't Captain Bowers in?" said Mr. Tredgold, with a shade of disappointment in his voice as he glanced around. "No," said the girl. Mr.
"We tried to get a small table for it before you came, but we couldn't see anything we fancied. I promised the captain I'd keep my eyes open for something." Miss Drewitt looked at him with growing indignation, and wondered whether Mr. Chalk had added her to his list of the victims of Mr. Tredgold's blandishments. "Why not buy it for yourself?" she demanded. "No money," said Mr.
There was so much meaning in his voice that Miss Drewitt felt compelled to ask the reason. "Because I was tired when I came in and the rest has done me good," explained Mr. Tredgold, with much simplicity. "Do you know that I sometimes think I work too hard?" Miss Drewitt raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Indeed! I am very glad that you are rested," she added, after a pause.
"The lock seems all right; I need not have bothered you," said Miss Drewitt, regarding him gravely. "Ah, it seems easy," said Mr. Tredgold, shaking his head, "but it wants knack." The girl closed the door smartly, and, turning the key, opened it again without any difficulty. To satisfy herself on more points than one she repeated the performance. "You've got the knack," said Mr.
"I sent down word that I had a headache," said Miss Drewitt, carelessly. Despite his sixty odd years the captain turned a little bit pink. "I hope you are better now," he said, at last. "Oh, yes," said his niece; "it wasn't very bad. It's strange that I should have a headache so soon after you; looks as though they're in the family, doesn't it?"
"They were both led away by Chalk's eloquence and thirst for adventure," he said, as he walked by her side down the garden. Miss Drewitt paid no heed. "And you will benefit by it," she remarked. Mr. Tredgold drew himself up with an air the nobleness of which was somewhat marred by the expression of his eyes. "I will never touch a penny of it," he declared. "I will be like the captain.
The captain said it was cheerful." "I have no doubt that my uncle's selection would have satisfied me," said Miss Drewitt, coldly. "The curtains he fancied were red, with small yellow tigers crouching all over them," pursued Mr. Tredgold. "The captain seemed fond of animals." "I think that you were rather venturesome," said the girl. "Suppose that I had not liked the things you selected?" Mr.
There was so much meaning in his voice that Miss Drewitt felt compelled to ask the reason. "Because I was tired when I came in and the rest has done me good," explained Mr. Tredgold, with much simplicity. "Do you know that I sometimes think I work too hard?" Miss Drewitt raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Indeed! I am very glad that you are rested," she added, after a pause.
"Plenty in the cask, sir," said Mr. Tasker, reluctantly. "Well, keep your eye on it," said the captain. "Good morning, Mr. Vickers." But disappointment and indignation got the better of Mr. Vickers's politeness. "Penny for your thoughts, uncle," said Miss Drewitt, as they sat at dinner an hour or two after the departure of Mr. Vickers. "H'm?" said the captain, with a guilty start.
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