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"Oh, that's your grouch, is it?" cried Martin. "Forgive me; here's my pouch, old chap; or wait, here's something altogether finer than anything you've been accustomed to. I was at old Kingston's last night, and the old boy would have me load up with his finest. You know I've been working with him this summer. Awfully fine for me! Dunn got me on; or rather, his governor. There you are now!
I just meant " Remembering that Paul Riesling had predicted this, he was as desperate as she. "I mean, sometimes it's a good thing for an old grouch like me to go off and get it out of his system." He tried to sound paternal. "Then when you and the kids arrive I figured maybe I might skip up to Maine just a few days ahead of you I'd be ready for a real bat, see how I mean?"
One time I was in charge of some mechanical investigations, and a lot of writers used to come around looking for what they called 'copy. That's where I first got my grouch on them, and I've never really got over it; and coming here to-night and hearing the littery talk I've been thinking how these authors have a sort of an admiration trust.
But say, when they get to usin' me in strictly fam'ly affairs, I almost work up a grouch. Notice the almost. Course, with this fair-and-warmer disposition of mine I can't quite register. Not with Mr. Robert, anyway. He has such a matey, I-say-old-chap way with him.
The last time she had been with Danglar as Gypsy Nan she had, in self-protection, forbidding intimacy, played up what he called her "grouch" at his neglect of her. She paused in the doorway. Halfway across the room, at the table, Danglar's gaunt, swarthy face showed under the rays of a shaded oil lamp. Behind her spectacles, she met his small, black ferret eyes steadily.
"Hurry up there, Mr. Stonehouse. Don't keep the lady waiting. Tea and puff, as ordered, ma'am. No, ma'am, no tipping allowed in this establishment. But anything left under the plate will be sent to the Society for the Cure of the Grouch among Superior Waiters." She jollied Christine, whose answering smile was like a little puzzled ghost.
And after that Peg had a grouch on and was off her feed the rest of the vacation nobody knew why I didn't myself, even, and it didn't occur to me that Aunt Elizabeth had probably been rubbing it in how well she knew Dr. Denbigh.
He tried to unlace the thongs that bound his feet, but could not manage it. "Better try once more," advised Mr. Pertell. "I really need you in the scene, Mr. Sneed, and you will soon learn to get along on the snowshoes." "I never will!" cried the grouch. "Take 'em off, I say!" But no one would, and finally, after Flaming Arrow had given a few more demonstrations, Mr. Sneed consented to try again.
The Captain is waiting for me. He said to bring you." "But I don't want to go. I hate automobiles. I hate seeing sights. I despise this town. I've a grouch against everything in America except you. Let me go down and tell the Captain to take his spin alone." "No, no," she sharply said. "I keep my word. I said I'd be back in a few minutes, and I'm going." He sighed resignedly.
The lad nodded understandingly. "How about the lions and the tigers can you tell when they are going to have bad spells?" "Well," reflected the showman, "it's safe to say that they've always got a grouch on. The cats are always " "Cats?" "Yes. All that sort of animals belong to the cat family and they've got only one ambition in life." "What's that?" "To kill somebody or something."
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