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Updated: June 9, 2025
He considered me stupid, and when I handed him his coffee he said in a jeering tone: "And it is for you, ma fil, that so many honest people have been hindered in their work. We have plenty of other things to attend to, I can assure you, than to discuss the fate of a little brat like you.
"You promised one to me you know you did!" urged Linda Slater, much aggrieved at the non-performance of an order. "Well, I thought I'd have time to do four, and could only manage three," apologized Fil. "You see, they really take such ages, and Miss Strong was getting raggy about my prep." "You might make me one for my birthday!" begged Evie. "Certainly not! Those that ask shan't have!"
When the roads are too muddy for wheeled carts, we make a mud sleigh with runners; and the water buffalo with his thick hoofs pulls our loads of rice bags through the ooze." "And we eat him too, though his steaks are tougher than cow meat," laughed Fil.
The name Caerfili is said to signify the Castle of Haste, and to have been bestowed on the pile because it was built in a hurry. Caerfili, however, was never built in a hurry, as the remains show. Moreover, the Welsh word for haste is not fil but ffrwst. Fil means a scudding or darting through the air, which can have nothing to do with the building of a castle.
The world would jog on a great deal better if there were more chivalry in it." "The girls want to play games themselves nowadays instead of looking on and receiving trophies," giggled Verity. "I don't!" declared Fil emphatically. "I hate tearing about at hockey, or running at cricket. I'd far rather let my knight do the work for me." "Chilly work looking on in this weather.
"Is the man who loves you first always as good as gold?" asked Fil. "Well, generally on the Pictures. He's loved you as a child, you see. You come on the film hand in hand, in socks, and he gives you his apple." "But suppose they don't love you from a child?" said Fil plaintively. "I've only known a lot of horrid little boys whom I didn't care for in the least.
"What kind of a bird?" inquired Filippa, who loved bird pets. "A kind of Chinese ground-lark. It has large eyes and a long bill, and its feathers are spotted," replied Fil. We were passing over the bridge that carried the road over an arm of the sea, the purple sea, which had a white foam-edge. I noticed a boat moving against the tide. It had no engine, no sails, no rowers at the oarlocks.
We dig deep ditches and chase them by beating drums, for they dislike noise. They jump and fall into the ditch, which, however, is too high for them to jump out of. Then we pour on oil and burn them." "If we didn't, they'd eat up all our crops," remarked the Padre. "I know a bird that catches them. I've seen it," said Fil, whose eyes were very sharp, like a boy scout in the woods.
He wanted to say "handwriting", but his wits would no longer work even sufficiently to supply him with the word. Feeling an utter fool, and hating Mr. Jordan, he turned desperately to the paper again. "'Sir, Please send me' er er I can't tell the er 'two pairs gris fil bas grey thread stockings' er er 'sans without' er I can't tell the words er 'doigts fingers' er I can't tell the "
It did not seem to be a well-balanced boat, yet it sailed along at a great speed; and risky as the sport seemed, the sailor sat perfectly safe on his high and dangerous looking perch, above the water. "What kind of boat is that?" I asked. "An out-rigger boat. Some people call it a dug-out boat," replied Filippa. "I'll tell you more about it," added Fil.
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