United States or Vanuatu ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Every time Pan would reach under for the cinch the horse would kick at him and throw off the saddle. "Hey, Blink, come here," called Pan impatiently. "Hold this nice kind horse. What'd you call him?" "Dunny," replied Blink. "An' he's a right shore enough good hoss.... I'll hold him." Blinky grasped the cars of the horse but that did not work, so Pan roped his front feet.
She smiled, an omen that encouraged me to send Dunny a look of meaning; but my guardian, bless him, had grasped the situation; he was already gone. Down by the water among the trees there was a marble bench, and with one accord we turned our steps that way. I emphasized my game leg shamelessly; I positively flourished my crutches.
Like the distinguished fraternity that includes Raffles and Arsene Lupin, I should be "wanted" by the police, those good-natured, deferential beings so given to saluting and grinning, with whom, save for occasional episodes not unconnected with the speed laws, Dunny says libelously that my progress in an automobile resembles a fabulous monster with a flying car for the head, a cloud of smoke and gasoline for the body, and a cohort of incensed motor-cycle men for the tail, I had lived on the most cordial terms.
Take it easy," the familiar voice was soothing me. "Hold on to me, my boy, You are safe now. You're all right!" My safety, however, seemed of small importance for the time being. "Dunny," I implored, "listen! You have got to find out for me about a girl. How am I to tell you, though? If I start the story, you'll think I'm raving." "I know all about it, Dev," my guardian reassured me.
'Now perhaps you will walk into the next room, where there is a light, and we can be free from that scum. Mr. Thomasson had already set the example of a prudent retreat thither; and Lord Almeric, with a feeble, 'Lord, this is very surprising! But I think that the gentleman is right, Dunny, was hovering in the doorway. Sir George signed to Mr.
The thermometer had been falling, and the day was crisp and snappy, with a light powdering of snow underfoot and a blue tang and sparkle in the air. Dunny accompanied me in the taxicab, but was less talkative than usual. Indeed, he spoke only two or three times between the hotel and the pier.
In a weak, quavering fashion, but with sincere enthusiasm, I tried to celebrate by singing a few bars of the "Star-Spangled Banner" and a little of the "Marseillaise." Dunny was right, however; the conversation had exhausted me. In the midst of my patriotic demonstration I fell asleep. My convalescence was a marvel, I learned from young Dr.
But, next day, they kept themselves upon the watch till he appeared, and Pipes lifting his hat, as Crabtree passed, "O d ye, old Dunny," said he, "you and I must grapple by and by; and a'gad I shall lie so near your quarter, that your ear-ports will let in the sound, thof they are double caulked with oakum."
Across the table sat my one-time guardian, dear old Peter Dunstan, Dunny to me since the night when I first came to him, a very tearful, lonesome, small boy whose loneliness went away forever with his welcoming hug, just arrived from home in Washington to eat a farewell dinner with me and to impress upon me for the hundredth time that I had better not go.
All save one of its members Dunny, to be exact were in uniform; and the personage in the lead, walking between my guardian and the duke of Raincy-la-Tour, was truly dazzling, being arrayed in a blue coat and spectacularly red trousers and wearing as a finishing touch a red cap freely braided with gold. Miss Falconer had risen. "Why," she exclaimed, "it is General Le Cazeau!"
Word Of The Day