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Updated: May 12, 2025
I don't think I ever saw such a magnificent horse, as to size, beauty, and spirit, coupled with docility, either before or since. "Why, uncle, we thought you must have gone to sleep," said Lizzie, turning towards me with a laugh as I rode up. "Or fallen over the cliffs," added Gildart. "In either case you would not have taken it much to heart, apparently," said I; "come, mount and push on."
"But you'll sleep there to-night, I suppose?" asked Gildart, with more anxiety than the subject seemed to warrant. "Ay, no doubt o' that, for Mrs G and Tottie left this mornin', trustin' to my comin' down in the evenin'; but I can't get before nine o'clock." "Well, good-day to you," said Gildart; "I hope you'll enjoy yourself at Cove."
"Humph! Well then," said Gildart, "I want you to let your daughter Susan get spliced to Dan Horsey." Haco frowned, and said, "Unpossible." "Come now, don't be hard on them, skipper; Dan is a good fellow and a first-rate groom." "He's an Irish blackguard," said Haco, "and not worth a pinch of his namesake."
I don't like to talk of family squabbles, even to my most intimate friends." "So we may look for some family breezes and squalls ere long, if not gales," said Gildart with a laugh. Kenneth shook his head gravely.
The key-bugle, who had struggled to his feet, fell before a well-aimed backhander, and the French horn was about to perish, when Gildart succeeded in restraining and pacifying the giant by stoutly asserting that he had won his bet, and insisted on having payment on the spot! Haco burst into a loud laugh, flung the key-bugle from his grasp, and pulled on his nether garments.
It now remains for me, reader, to draw this veracious narrative to a close. My son Gildart married Miss Puff, and ultimately became a commander in the navy. My wife's strength of mind gave way before increasing years, and she finally became as gentle as she was when I first paid my addresses to her! Emmie Graham became a permanent inmate of Kenneth's home.
In a few seconds three doors burst open, and three servant-girls rushed at the band with three sixpences to beseech it to go away. "Couldn't go under a shillin' a head," said the clarionet gravely. A word from Gildart, however, induced him to accept of the bribe and depart.
"What a jolly thing to be left five hundred a year!" whispered Gildart. "Wouldn't you like some one to leave that to you, Miss Puff?" "Yes," said Miss Puff. "Have you any rich East Indian uncle or aunt who is likely to do it?" inquired Gildart with a desperate attempt at jocularity. "No," answered Miss Puff.
There was a sudden, though not loud, sound of hollow brass chinking under the four-post bed. "Now then, can't you keep still?" said the clarionet in a hoarse whisper. "It's cramp in my leg," growled the trombone. "I'd have had to come out if he hadn't guv me this chance." "Won't you hold your tongues?" whispered Gildart from the closet, the door of which he opened slightly.
I rather think that if we take to racing, Bucephalus and Kenneth will be there first." "Bucephalus is always well behaved in the company of ladies, which is more than I can say of you, Gildart," retorted his friend, as he opened the door to let Lizzie Gordon pass out. "And we won't race, good cousin," said Lizzie, "for my uncle is to ride with me, and you know he is not fond of going very fast."
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