Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 16, 2025
"They have their games, their outdoor sports, their pastimes. The young muscles are toughening. The sun will not harm them. They grow; they expand; they learn. They learn fair play, honour, courtesy, from one another, as pebbles grow round in the brook. They learn more from themselves than from us. They take shape, form, outline. Let them." "Mr. Kinosling!"
"SH! Yes; about thirty, and of course so superior to most of Margaret's friends boys home from college. She thinks she likes young Robert Williams, I know but he laughs so much! Of course there isn't any comparison. Mr. Kinosling talks so intellectually; it's a good thing for Margaret to hear that kind of thing, for a change and, of course, he's very spiritual.
Kinosling, establishing himself in a wicker chair beside Margaret, waved away her father's proffer. "I do not smoke. I have never tasted tobacco in any form." Mrs. Schofield was confirmed in her opinion that this would be an ideal son-in-law. Mr. Schofield was not so sure. "No," said Mr. Kinosling. "No tobacco for me. No cigar, no pipe, no cigarette, no cheroot.
"What are you SH-ing me for?" demanded Mr. Schofield explosively. "SH!" said Mrs. Schofield. "It's Mr. Kinosling, the new rector of Saint Joseph's." "Where?" "SH! On the front porch with Margaret; he's going to stay for dinner. I do hope " "Bachelor, isn't he?" "Yes." "OUR old minister was speaking of him the other day," said Mr. Schofield, "and he didn't seem so terribly impressed."
Kinosling looked pleasantly at his fingers as he spoke, waving his hand in a curving gesture which brought it into the light of a window faintly illumined from the interior of the house. Then he passed those graceful fingers over his hair, and turned toward Penrod, who was perched upon the railing in a dark corner. "The evening is touched with a slight coolness," said Mr. Kinosling.
Kinosling mistook it for a natural curiosity concerning one who might possibly become, in time, a member of the family. He patted Penrod upon the head, which was, for many reasons, in no condition to be patted with any pleasure to the patter. Penrod felt himself in the presence of a new enemy. "How do you do, my little lad," said Mr. Kinosling. "I trust we shall become fast friends."
"Everywhere I hear wonderful report of him," said Mr. Kinosling. "I may say that I understand boys, and I feel that he is a rare, a fine, a pure, a lofty spirit. I say spirit, for spirit is the word I hear spoken of him." A chorus of enthusiastic approbation affirmed the accuracy of this proclamation, and Mrs. Bassett flushed with pleasure.
Was it not Cardinal Newman who said " He was interrupted by the sounds of an altercation just outside the closed blinds of the window nearest him. "Let him pick his tree!" It was the voice of Samuel Williams. "Didn't we come over here to give him one of his own trees? Give him a fair show, can't you?" "The little lads!" Mr. Kinosling smiled.
"Do you think it is right to wear egrets?" "There are marks of quality, of caste, of social distinction," Mr. Kinosling began, "which must be permitted, allowed, though perhaps regulated. Social distinction, one observes, almost invariably implies spiritual distinction as well. Distinction of circumstances is accompanied by mental distinction.
Struck by a strangeness in his tone, she peered at him curiously through the dusk. His outlines were indistinct, but she made out that his arms were, uplifted in a singular gesture. He seemed to be wrenching at his head. "Is is anything the matter?" she asked anxiously. "Mr. Kinosling, are you ill?" "Not at ugh! all," he replied, in the same odd tone. "I ah I believe UGH!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking