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What is more, I looked while he had gone in search of them, and, as I've already said, saw where he had left the pack. The rest was easy to understand. The packs could not possibly have got into the river unless they had been thrown there." "But who " began Jim. "I don't know. That it was none of our party goes without saying. Perhaps Mr. Grubb can tell us.
Please don't try to help her down to me, Mr. Grubb, you'll surely throw me over if you do," warned Harriet. "Miss Elting, you and the girls hold a blanket to catch her if we should let her fall." Space was so limited in the tree that everyone up there was laboring under great difficulties. "Better let me get down there," suggested Janus. Harriet shook her head.
I want to see it before we leave, and so do the other girls. Maybe we might have some fun bowling stones down it. Are there any big ones that we may roll down, Mr. Grubb?" "There's a whole mountain of them." "Hooray!" cried Crazy Jane. "We will have a rolling bee in the morning, and Margery and Tommy shall bring the stones for us." "Yeth. Buthter will fetch the thtoneth, too.
But there came a time when Millicent would stand it no longer, and the amiable Grubb wriggled out of the room, crushed by a too obvious dismissal. Sir John rose at once, and when Millicent reached them they were talking of the previous evening's entertainment. Sir John took his leave.
One quarrel makes many, and this unpleasantness led to a violent dispute between Grubb and the landlord upon the moral aspects of and legal responsibility for the consequent re-glazing. In the end Grubb and Smallways were put to the expense of a strategic nocturnal removal to another position. It was a position they had long considered.
The arrangements were made some time ago by the father of one of our young women. Mr. Grubb starts with us tomorrow morning, unless there should be some change in the arrangements." "I'm sorry, Miss." "I'm sorry, too, since you have been so kind as to offer your services," replied the guardian politely. "I didn't just mean it that way, Miss. I meant about Janus." "How so?"
Grubb, said Rhoda, who seldom minced matters; 'and in case no one should ever have the bad manners to tell you the whole truth, I want to say here and now that you neglect everything good and sensible and practical, all the plain, simple duties that stare you directly in the face, and waste yourself on matters that are of no earthly use to anybody.
I could see, from the movement of the bushes to the right there, that he was getting away very rapidly." "Did the man wear green goggles?" asked the guide. "No, sir. He wore no glasses." "Of course not. We've got the green goggles," broke in Jane. "But the whiskers! Our enemy wore whiskers, didn't he?" "What do you make of this, Mr. Grubb?" questioned Miss Elting, eyeing Janus sharply.
They had the stranger's gun, therefore she was reasonably certain that their enemy could do them no further harm that night. Still, it was thought best to have Mr. Grubb remain on watch for the rest of the night. Harriet offered to do this, but the guide would not listen to such a proposition, nor would Miss Elting.
Eyes were bright, Grubb was funny and almost witty, and Bert achieved epigrams; the hedges were full of honeysuckle and dog-roses; in the woods the distant toot-toot-toot of the traffic on the dust-hazy high road might have been no more than the horns of elf-land. They laughed and gossiped and picked flowers and made love and talked, and the girls smoked cigarettes. Also they scuffled playfully.
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