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I remember sitting on a high cliff and seeing three black birds swim in a row, and dive in a row, and in a row come up again after I had counted hundreds." "Nonsense," said Mrs. Gustus, trying not to appear cross before the visitor, "you're thinking of something else. You can see such a sight as that at the Zoo any day."
Russell's melodramatic laughter as he approached the sitting-room door, and he trembled. She laughed "Ha-ha-ha" in a concise way, and the sound was constant. "That is her ready sense of fun that you can hear," said Anonyma bitterly. "She is teaching Gustus to see the humorous side." They entered to find poor Cousin Gustus bending like a reed before a perfect gale of "Ha-ha-ha's." Mrs.
To admit that a young relation of Anonyma's should run away from her would be undignified. "You mustn't take us too seriously," said Mrs. Gustus lightly. "It isn't a case of an elopement, or anything like that. Just an excuse for a tour, and a rest from wearisome war work. A wild-goose chase, nothing but fun in it." "Wild goose is a good description of Jay," said Cousin Gustus. It was rather.
"That sunset seen from the west coast of Ireland that you describe in The Courtship of Hartley Casey. You must know Ireland very well." "I have never been there," said Mrs. Gustus. "I evolve my scenery. After all, Nature lives in the heart of each one of us. I think we all have a sort of Secret World of our own, out of which all that is best in us comes.
Cousin Gustus was always angry with the Germans whatever they did, but the thing that made him more angry than ever was to read in his paper some report admitting courageous or gracious behaviour in a German. "The partings and the troubles that these Germans have caused ought to hang like mill-stones round their necks for ever," said Cousin Gustus. "Talk about Iron Crosses Pish!
"She used to be a good girl," sighed Cousin Gustus. "So few girls are good." Cousin Gustus is an expert pessimist. Vice, accidents, and terrible ends are his speciality. All virtue is to him an exception, and by him is immediately forgotten. In sudden deaths you cannot catch him out.
We have read somewhere of a justice of peace who, on being nominated in the commission, wrote a letter to a bookseller for the statutes respecting his official duty in the following orthography 'Please send the ax relating to a gustus pease. No doubt, when this learned gentleman had possessed himself of the axe, he hewed the laws with it to some purpose. Mr.
Allen, or which she got aunt Madge to write the next time she went to Portland. DEAR MR. 'GUSTUS ALLEN: When you went off to the wars aunt Madge cried some, for I saw her wiping her eyes. You asked me if I loved you for the candy, but I didn't; I loved you for the nuts and oranges. I think you was real good to write me a letter.
"Did Mr. 'Gustus Allen know about it?" asked little Prudy. "I guess not," replied aunt Madge, blushing. "He lived ever so far off then." "O dear," sighed Prudy, "I wish he hadn't gone to the wars. How it made you cry!" "Hush up, please, can't you, Prudy?" said Susy. "Aunt Madge is telling a story."
He spoke of it to his Hound, and the idea interested that animal very much. Mr. Russell, unfortunately, had a cold, and was therefore unable on such a wet day to leave the house or Cousin Gustus.
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