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"Do you suppose we really are any wiser than when we came to Redmond?" "You don't act as if you were by times," said Aunt Jamesina severely. "Oh, Aunt Jimsie, haven't we been pretty good girls, take us by and large, these three winters you've mothered us?" pleaded Phil.
Robinson, 'so we ha'ena seen the laddie for a while. 'He hasna wrote this week, remarked Jeannie. 'But of course you'll ha'e heard frae him, Christina' this with respectful diffidence. 'He's been busy at the shooting' Christina replied, wishing she had more news to give. 'I wisht I had a gun, observed Jimsie. 'I wud shoot the whuskers aff auld Tirpy. Jings, I wud that!
The principal is dissatisfied with the assistant, or perhaps the assistant keeps pigeons, and the principal wants the water from the roof. Their wives and families are with them, living cheek by jowl. The children quarrel; Jockie hits Jimsie in the eye, and the mothers make haste to mingle in the dissension. Perhaps there is trouble about a broken dish; perhaps Mrs.
She would write to him the moment she got home, and let her heart speak out for once. Pride was in abeyance. She was all tenderness. At the Robinson's house she received a warm welcome. Mrs. Robinson had almost got over her secret fear of her future daughter-in-law. Jeannie admired her intensely, and wee Jimsie frankly loved her. Aunt Purdie's were not the only gifts she delivered.
"People who haven't natural gumption never learn," retorted Aunt Jamesina, "neither in college nor life. If they live to be a hundred they really don't know anything more than when they were born. It's their misfortune not their fault, poor souls. But those of us who have some gumption should duly thank the Lord for it." "Will you please define what gumption is, Aunt Jimsie?" asked Phil.
His eye and cheek had resumed their normal appearance; he was not quite so thin; and he had been seen washing his face. "But for all that we can't keep him," said Stella. "Aunt Jimsie is coming next week and she will bring the Sarah-cat with her. We can't keep two cats; and if we did this Rusty Coat would fight all the time with the Sarah-cat. He's a fighter by nature.
But I can't understand her she beats me. She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself." "How many girls were you, Aunt Jimsie?" "About half a dozen, my dear." Gilbert Speaks "This has been a dull, prosy day," yawned Phil, stretching herself idly on the sofa, having previously dispossessed two exceedingly indignant cats. Anne looked up from Pickwick Papers.
Ye needna tell him the noo what I tell't ye. Jimsie, summoned from play, was proud to go with his big brother. He was ill next day owing to a surfeit of good things consumed at high pressure, but not too ill to discuss what he would purchase with the half-crown that seemed to have stuck to his hot little paw. Back from the works, Macgregor found tea awaiting him.
Jimsie was at afternoon school; Jeannie sat in the little parlour knitting as though life depended thereby. He sat down in his father's chair by the hearth and lit a cigarette with fingers not quite under control. 'I'll ha'e to send a lot o' things efter ye, Lizzie remarked. 'This semmit's had its day.
Robinson, possibly for the mere sake of saying something, requested a view of the five pounds. 'Ay, seconded Lizzie, cheerfully, whilst her hand itched to grab the money and, convey it to the bank, 'let's see them, laddie. And sister Jeannie and small brother Jimsie likewise gathered round the hero. With a feeble grin, Macgregor produced his notes. 'He's jist got three! cried Jimsie.
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