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Solly and Freddy were several years older, and considerably wiser; but the wisdom of all these five children, if it had been compounded together, would not have amounted to the wisdom of the three wise men of Gotham who went to sea in a bowl. "O, dear!" screamed Dotty. "O, dear! dear! dear!" cried Lina; "the water rolls in over the top!"
"By the by, mamma," said Fred, "I meant to ask you what that foolish woman meant about the St. Legers, and their not having thoroughly approved of Aunt Geoffrey's marriage." "About the most ill-placed thing she could have said, Freddy," replied Mrs. Langford, "considering that I was always accused of having made the match." "Made the match! O tell us, mamma; tell us all about it. Did you really?"
"But I've got a gun and he hasn't," Joe growled. "Good!" Freddy snapped at him. They had cut away from the lightplane and Joe headed for the area which Cogswell had ordered him particularly to keep scanned. Jack Altshuler was a fox, in combat. His heavy cavalry had more than once swung a fracas. At the same time, he kept himself alert for the other gliders.
If they had been two women discussing the coming of a man in their midst, there might have been more to say on the subject. In silence Freddy lit his cigarette and wandered into Margaret's room. It was as bare and plainly furnished as a convent cell or a room in a small log-hut in a frontier-camp in Canada just the necessary bed and table, a washstand and one chair.
Then all of a sudden she saw that again and yet more woundingly his attention had wandered. The moment came while Lord Borrodaile was busy Russianizing a cup of tea, and Mr. Freddy, balancing himself on very wide-apart legs in front of his wife's tea-table, had interrogated her 'What do you think, shall I ring and say we aren't at home? 'Perhaps it would be Mrs.
Honeychurch opened her door and said: "Lucy, what a noise you're making! I have something to say to you. Did you say you had had a letter from Charlotte?" and Freddy ran away. "Yes. I really can't stop. I must dress too." "How's Charlotte?" "All right." "Lucy!" The unfortunate girl returned. "You've a bad habit of hurrying away in the middle of one's sentences. Did Charlotte mention her boiler?"
"Yes, sir. A very dashing mustache." Joe said sourly, "You think that's all I need to hit the big time. A dashing mustache, eh?" "No," Freddy Soligen said, very slowly and evenly. "We're also going to need every bit of stock you've accumulated, major. We're going to have to buy your way into the columns of the fracas buff magazine.
"Yes, I know." Freddy raised his blue eyes and gave Michael one of his quick glances. "Remembered, did you?" "Yes the fact suddenly came into my head when I was shaving. I say, what are you going to do with her? Won't she be awfully bored?" "Margaret doesn't know what the word bored means. Give her enough freedom and lots of sunshine that's all she wants." "Sounds the right sort."
"The practical half says, come back to the hut and help Freddy." And so they went. Michael's travels in the Eastern desert had barely extended over a three days' journey by camel and some hours spent on the Egyptian State Railway, which runs by the banks of the Nile. The town of Luxor lies on the right or east bank of the Nile, four hundred and fifty miles to the south of Cairo.
And, from having had all her own way at home, with plenty of servants, and money to spend, it was a sore change to her. But she was a sweet creature, that she was. She did look sorely tried when Master Freddy would get on the back of her chair, and Miss Gusta would lie down on the rug, and never stir for all she could say to them, but only laugh at her.
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