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To shorten my story, my lad, I have arranged for the squire and your excellent progenitor to meet at Bulsted: we may end by bringing them over a bottle of old Greg's best. "See the boy's father," I kept on insisting. The point is, that this confounded book must be off your shoulders, my lad. A dirty dog may wash in a duck-pond.
There were lots, of course, in the hollows of the Monster, but we had nothing to scoop up the water with. Greg's forehead was just as hot as ever, and he thrashed about and hurt his shoulder and cried miserably. I don't know how Jerry could have thought of so many things; for it was he who thought of very carefully breaking the bottom off the root-beer bottle and using it for a cup.
We took turns writing the story, and Greg's instalments always made Aunt Ailsa the most cheered up of all. The story was much too long to put in here, and rather ridiculous, besides. By this time it was almost September, and asters were beginning to bloom in the garden and the hollyhocks were almost gone.
"Look at the work of Sergeant Mock, will you?" demanded Greg, halting short as they came to the edge of one of the drill grounds. Mock belonged to Greg's own company. At this moment the sergeant was busy, or should have been, drilling what was supposed to be a platoon, though to-day it consisted of only two corporals' squads, or sixteen men in all.
"In the first place, mister," went on the cadet lieutenant, sitting, now, with one leg thrown over the corner of Greg's desk, "the homesickness that has hit you touches every other man who comes here. It's a mighty hard-working life here, and I'll admit, mister, that it's very cheerless during the plebe year. "You think you are looked down upon, and regarded as being beneath contempt, mister.
Within fifteen yards of the Army goal line the middies carried the ball, by easy stages. Dan Dalzell, for an instant, caught Greg's glance and sent him a look of comical warning. Holmes stiffened, though he returned the look in all personal friendliness. "Don't let Dave do it -whatever he'll be up to next," begged Greg, in an appealing whisper. "Dick, I'll stay beside you -to the death!"
I have been so often welcome at your house, that it will be my greatest pleasure to make you welcome there." "We go so little from home," said Patience. "But I am sure you will come to me. I know you would like to see Greg's parsonage and Greg's church." "I should indeed." "It is the prettiest church, I think, in England, and the park is very nice.
He said it in a funny make-believe way, as if he were doing one of our plays, and then suddenly the twinklyness went out of his eyes and he said: "But take me to Gregory." If we hadn't been so perfectly bursting with thankfulness and so tired of shouting and the cold and the whole hideous place, we should have wondered how on earth he knew Greg's name, because neither of us had mentioned it.
Our postman always brings the mail just before the end of breakfast, and we can hear him click the gate as he comes in. This morning Jerry and Greg dashed for the mail together, and Greg squeezed through where Jerry thought he couldn't and got there first. When they came back, Jerry was saying: "Let me have it, won't you; it'll take you all day!" and dodging his arm over Greg's shoulder. "Messrs.
Finally Johnny grinned and slapped Greg's shoulder. "Cheer up," he said. "We'll be honored guests for a while, you can bet on that." "For a while," Greg said bitterly. Just then the hatchway opened. "Well, who do we have here?" a familiar voice said. "Returning a call, you might say. And maybe this time you'll be ready for a bit of bargaining."
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