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Just then the clatter and blowing of horses was heard, and Frostyface emerged from the wood followed by the hounds, who, swinging themselves 'forrard' over the turnips, hit off the scent and went away full cry, followed by his lordship and Jack, leaving Mr. Sponge transfixed with astonishment.
If there is any need to travel, you have only to seat yourself in it and say, 'Chair of my grandmother, take me such a way'. It will carry you wherever you wish. But mind to oil the wheels before you set out, for I have sat on it these forty years in that same corner." Having said this, Dame Frostyface set forth to see her aunt in the north country.
On that chair Dame Frostyface sat spinning from morning till night, to keep herself and her granddaughter, while Snowflower gathered sticks for the fire, looked after the hens and the cat, and did whatever else her grandmother bade her. There was nobody in that part of the country could spin such fine yarn as Dame Frostyface, but she spun very slowly.
'Mornin', said his lordship, with a snatch of his hat in return, as he pulled up and stared into the cloud-enveloped crowd; 'Mornin', Fyle; mornin', Fossick, he continued, as he distinguished those worthies, as much by their hats as anything else. 'Where are the horses? he said to Frostyface.
By Jove! you think because I'm a lord, and can't swear, or use coarse language, that you may do what you like but I'll take my hounds home, sir yes, sir, I'll take my hounds home, sir. So saying, his lordship roared HOME to Frostyface; adding, in an undertone to the first whip, 'bid him go to Furzing-field gorse.
'How? asked Mr. Puffington. 'How, sir? repeated Mr. Bragg; 'why, sir, in all wayses. He had no dog language, to begin with he had little idea of making a cast no science, no judgement, no manner no nothin' I'm dim'd if ever I see'd sich a mess as he made. Puff looked unutterable things. 'He never did no good, in fact, till I fit him with Frostyface. I taught Frosty, continued Mr. Bragg.
At once the chair gave a creak, and began to move out of the cottage, and into the forest, the very way Dame Frostyface had taken, where it rolled along at the rate of a coach and six.
'He whipped in to me when I 'unted the Duke of Downeybird's 'ounds nice, 'cute, civil chap he was of all my pupils and I've made some first-rate 'untsmen, I'm dim'd if I don't think Frostyface does me about as much credit as any on 'em. Ah, sir, continued Mr. Bragg, with a shake of his head, 'take my word for it, sir, there's nothin' like a professional.
They had now got to the cover, Tickler Gorse, and ere the last horsemen had reached the last angle of the long hill, Frostyface was rolling about on foot in the luxuriant evergreen; now wholly visible, now all but overhead, like a man buffeting among the waves of the sea.
Every evening, when the fire was heaped with the sticks she had gathered till it blazed and crackled up the cottage chimney, Dame Frostyface set aside her wheel and told her a new story. Often did the little girl wonder where her grandmother had gathered so many stories, but she soon learned that.
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