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"Why, the principal offender is named " Here Mr. Cantwell paused, and looked rather astonished. "Tell me, Mr. Gadsby, what is Prescott, of the sophomore class, doing here?" The principal's glance had just rested on Dick, who sat at a small side table, a little pile of copy paper on the table, a pencil in his hand. "Oh -ah -Prescott, Richard Prescott?" inquired Mr. Gadsby.
At fifty you'll own a bath-chair, and The Brigadier, if he takes after you, will be fluttering the dovecotes of what's the particular dunghill you're going to? Also, Mrs. Gadsby will be fat. M. D'you think so? Isn't cutting the Service a joke? It generally takes a man fifty years to arrive at it. You're quite right, though. It is more than a joke. You've managed it in thirty-three.
I thought she came off her horse rather in a bunch. Whew! One lives and learns. She hasn't mentioned it to me. Poor dear Mamma never would. And you mustn't say that I told you either. Promise me that you won't. Oh, Captain Gadsby, promise me you won't! CAPT. G. I am dumb, or I shall be as soon as you've given me that dance, and another if you can trouble yourself to think about me for a minute.
Here, Gaddy, take the chit to Bingle and ride hell-for-leather. It'll do you good. I can't go. JUNIOR CHAPLAIN. Do him good! Let him lie down. Your horse is blocking my cart please! On paper if you like. Turn in, Gadsby, and I'll bring Bingle back ahem 'hell-for-leather. He can drive too. I shouldn't care to go that pace in a bamboo cart. What a faith he must have in his Maker of harness!
Xo, you may find music in ripplin' water, an' poetry in flowers, an' sunsets, as Phil Gadsby and the parson sez, but give me the poetry of a price list, an' the music of good solid coin upon my counter. Them's the things which tell, an' them's the things we want taught in our schools." Just as Farrington finished, cries of fright fell upon their ears. Turning quickly towards the dancers Mrs.
Gadsby had been one of the members of the Board who had been most anxious about having Cantwell appointed principal; Cantwell was, in fact, a family connection of Mrs. Gadsby's. "Coming to make some report, or some suggestion, I take it, eh, Cantwell?" murmured Mr. Gadsby in a low voice. "Most excellent idea, my dear fellow. Keeps you in notice and shows that your heart is in the work.
Chairman," Dick replied. "Er -aren't you going to stay, Cantwell?" demanded Gadsby, as the principal turned to leave the room. "No; the fact is -I -well, I want to consider my statement a little more before I offer it to the Board. Good evening!" Mr. Cantwell got out of the room while some of the members were still scraping their chairs into place.
"I didn't catch that Board-reporting idea a day too soon," the boy told himself, laughing. "Mr. Cantwell was certainly on hand for mischief to-night. But how quickly he made his get-away when he discovered that his culprit was present as a member of the press! I guess Mr. Gadsby must have passed him a strong hint. But I must be careful not to have any malice in the matter. Some evening when Mr.
Dad says he can easily get you one through his old friend General Gadsby at the War Office. If he doesn't, and you're unfit, I'll stick to you through thick and thin, and make the young women of Durdlebury wish they'd never been born." She put out her hand. Doggie took it. "Very well," said he, "I agree." She laughed, and ran to the door. "Where are you going?" "To the telephone to ring up Dr.
But I shall state the facts, and ask the Board to advise me as to just what I ought to do in the premises." "Ask the Board's advice? Most excellent idea, really," murmured Mr. Gadsby. "You can't go wrong then. But -er -what's the nature of the trouble? Who is the offen " Mr. Gadsby was rubbing his hands, under his coat tails, as he felt the warmth from the steam radiator reach them.
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