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Updated: June 15, 2025
"The Death of Marmion," "The Battle of the Baltic," "The Bay of Biscay," "Nelson," under various vocal aspects, as exhibited by the late Braham these were the songs in which the roaring concertina and strident tenor of Gustus Junior exulted together. "Tell me when you're tired, ladies and gentlemen," said the minstrel solicitor. "There's no conceit about me.
The chaperone complained of a headache and went to bed soon after supper. When she had disappeared, and the tent flap had dropped behind her, Gustus chanted softly, "School's closed! Teacher's dead! Hooray!" and deliberately put his arm about Margery and kissed her. Margery gave a little shriek but blushed and looked pleased and Gustus settled down with his head in her lap.
Kenneth, quite recovered, was as lively as possible, though he was a funny looking little object, with his lovely golden curls, to everybody's great grief, cropped as close to his head as a prize-fighter's. "If it only will grow out a little, before mamma gets home," mourned Cricket. "He looks so ridiculous. He looks just like the sheep, after 'Gustus John has sheared them.
The view between the trees was made up of horizons that tilted one's chin. The bracken, very young, on an opposite slope, was like a cloud of green wings alighting. But the look of their destination disappointed them. "This house faces south," said Kew. "I feel sure " began Mr. Russell, but Mrs. Gustus said: "As we are here, we might ask. To be sure, the cliff is rather tame."
"Would you be lonely?" "Not in the least," said Cousin Gustus pathetically; "I'm used to being left alone." As the signals dropped Mr. Russell sprang to his feet and ran down the slope. He had country clothes on, and some thistledown and a sprig or two of clover were sticking to them. He reached the station in time, and fell over a crate of hens. The hens were furious about it, and said so. Mr.
Oh, friend of childlike mind, what is it that these two years have taken from us, what is it that we have lost, oh friend, besides contentment? All the way home Kew sang very loudly the first tune he ever knew. But they were delayed in the hall. A stout young woman with a pleasant face of small vocabulary turned from the visitors' book and stopped Mrs. Gustus. Augustus Martin?" she asked.
"Charlie learned in the Indian school, even baking, you know, and he's taught me a lot. Gustus can peel potatoes, clean fish and such stunts." Gustus groaned but made no protest. "I think it's a very nice arrangement," decided Miss Towne. "Come girls, let's unpack and arrange the tent." Kent's statement proved no idle boast. The boys could cook.
We know that the owner of the house is a rotten shot, and that the stone balls from the balustrade are not at this moment where they ought to be. We know that aeroplanes as well as seagulls nest in those cliffs...." "We know " began Mr. Russell, but this was too much for Mrs. Gustus. After all, the lady was her admirer. "What's all this?" said Mrs. Gustus. "What do you people know about it?"
"Now, Kew, be an angel and agree with the idea. I've set my heart on it," said Mrs. Gustus. When Mrs. Gustus talked in a womanly way like this, the change was always unmistakable. She was naturally an unnatural talker, and when she mentioned such natural things as angels, you knew she was resorting deliberately to womanly charm in order to attain her end.
"Kent," asked Lydia, suddenly, "what's a hussy?" "Huh!" exclaimed Kent. "What makes you ask that?" "What you said about flirting. Election night there were lots of women, flashily dressed, around, and father said they were hussies. And I saw Gustus flirting with one of them, and some of the Senior boys, too. And I saw some of the best dressed of the Indians with them."
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