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If you are passing his club some day you might look in and just ask after him. He is sometimes so naughty about writing. I wish we could see you here, dear Grig; the country is looking beautiful just now the oak-trees especially and the apple-blossom isn't over, but I suppose you are too busy. How is Helen Bellew? Is she in town? "Your affectionate cousin,
I was always five years older than you." Gregory rumpled up his hair. "Kneeling's out of fashion, but I thought in the country you wouldn't mind!" "You don't notice things, dear Grig. In the country it's still more out of fashion. You wouldn't find a woman within thirty miles of here who would like a man to kneel to her. We've lost the habit. She would think she was being made fun of.
And all the while Tom was swimming about in the river, with a pretty little lace-collar of gills about his neck, as lively as a grig, and as clean as a fresh-run salmon. Now if you don't like my story, then go to the schoolroom and learn your multiplication-table, and see if you like that better. Some people, no doubt, would do so. So much the better for us, if not for them.
The imitative monkey thrust it hastily into his pocket, and came down from his fantastic toe, and stood soberly enough on his two feet. "Grig Beemy gin ye that thar dollar," said Ike. Jube sullenly denied it. "He never, now!" "His critter hev got no call ter be in dad's barn." "His critter ain't hyar," protested Jube. "This dollar war gin me in trade ter the settlemint."
But the old gentleman recovering first, observed that this was only a reason for hastening the marriage, in order that Tom's distinguished race might be transmitted to posterity; and requesting the Gifted to console Mr. Grig during his temporary absence, he withdrew to settle the preliminaries with his niece immediately.
Still Gregory did not speak. Mrs. Pendyce's face lost its anxious look, and gained a sort of gentle admiration. "Dear Grig," she said, "where do you go about your hair? It is so nice and long and wavy!" Gregory turned with a blush. "I've been wanting to get it cut for ages. Do you really mean, Margery, that your husband can't realise the position she's placed in?" Mrs.
Then Sir Charles had suggested accompanying them, and was welcomed by the other two as a third for their party with extra pleasure. "I shall grow a young man again before I have done, Grig!" he had said happily. But down in his heart lurked some undefined fear for Paul, and that was the real reason for his journey.
"We'll try what we can do, Sir," says Tom. "We will," says the old gentleman. "Your name?" "Grig," says Tom. 'The old gentleman embraced him again, very tight; and without speaking another word, dragged him into the house in such an excited manner, that it was as much as Tom could do to take his link and ladder with him, and put them down in the passage.
At this moment, whilst I was somewhat embarrassed how to answer, in came one of the monks, a little brown fellow, as lively as a grig, and with an Italian accent, who threw himself at once into the contention, but in a milder and more persuasive vein, as befitted one of these pleasant brethren. Look at him, he said.
"The stars," says the old gentleman, "couldn't make a mistake if they tried. Emma," he says to the other young lady. "Yes, papa," says she. "The same day that makes your cousin Mrs. Grig will unite you to the gifted Mooney. No remonstrance no tears. Now, Mr.
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