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"My father is well, yes. He pounced like a falcon on your notes in the library." Vernon came out with a chuckle. "They were left to attract him. I am in for a controversy." "Papa will not spare you, to judge from his look." "I know the look." "Have you walked far to-day?" "Nine and a half hours. My Flibbertigibbet is too much for me at times, and I had to walk off my temper."
"Watch out now, an' yer'll see the minute!" said Flibbertigibbet, squeezing Sister Angelica's hand; Sister Angelica squeezed back, but kept silence. She was learning many things before unknown to her. The four came to the middle window and looked out, up, and all around.
Freckles asked in a perplexed voice. "She's all right," said Flibbertigibbet with the confidence of superior knowledge; "it's a tel'scope; yer can see the moon through, an' yer freckles look to her as big as pie-plates." Freckles crossed herself; it sounded like witches and it had a queer look. "Ask her wot's her name," she suggested. "What's your name?" Flibbertigibbet repeated on her fingers.
But while Wayland gazed thus eagerly to discover him whom he saw not, he was pulled by the sleeve by one by whom he himself would not willingly have been seen. This was Dickie Sludge, or Flibbertigibbet, who, like the imp whose name he bore, and whom he had been accoutred in order to resemble, seemed to be ever at the ear of those who thought least of him.
"Alice Maud Mary Van Ostend." "Gee whiz, ain't that a corker!" Flibbertigibbet exclaimed delightedly. "How old are you?" She proceeded thus with her personal investigation prompted thereto by Freckles. "Most ten; you?" "Most twelve." "And Freckles?" The Marchioness laughed as she spelled the name. "Eleven." "Ask her if she's an orphant," said Freckles. "Are you an orphan, Freckles says."
Flibbertigibbet looked about her inquiringly; but the girls were silent. Such singing appeared to them out of the ordinary and so unlike 208! It took them a moment to recover from their surprise; they gathered in groups to whisper together concerning the performance. Meanwhile Flibbertigibbet was waiting expectantly. Where was the well earned applause? And she had reserved the best for the last!
"This fare is perhaps too coarse for your worship," said Wayland, as the limbs of the capon disappeared before his own exertions; "but had you dwelt as long as I have done in yonder dungeon, which Flibbertigibbet has translated to the upper element, a place where I dared hardly broil my food, lest the smoke should be seen without, you would think a fair capon a more welcome dainty."
He was a lean, nervous flibbertigibbet of a man, with something the look of an actor, and something the look of a horse-jockey. He had evidently prospered without any of the favours of education; for he adhered with stern simplicity to the masculine gender, and in the course of the evening passed off some fancy futures in a very florid style of architecture.
He was a lean, nervous flibbertigibbet of a man, with something the look of an actor, and something the look of a horse-jockey. He had evidently prospered without any of the favours of education; for he adhered with stern simplicity to the masculine gender, and in the course of the evening passed off some fancy futures in a very florid style of architecture.
Whether Flibbertigibbet expected a variation of a "coon dance" or an Irish jig cannot be stated with certainty, but that she was surprised is a fact; so surprised, indeed, that for full two minutes she forgot to talk.
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