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I couldn't insult dear Lollo, but if you don't care " "Whilst I live which will be longer than I desire or deserve Lollo shall want nothing, but you. I have too little tenderness for my dear boy, you're faint. Can you spare me for a moment?" "No, stay Major!" "What? What?" "My head drifts so if you wouldn't mind." "Yes! Yes!" "Say a prayer by me. Out loud please, I am getting deaf."
He bends lower and lower, and Miss Jessamine calls to the Postman to request Lollo to be kind enough to stop, whilst she is fumbling for something which always hangs by her side, and has got entangled with her spectacles.
He hardly stands high enough for me. If you can ride him to the other end of the Green, I'll give him to you." How Jackanapes tumbled on to Lollo's back he never knew. He had just gathered up the reins when the Gipsy-father took him by the arm. "If you want to make Lollo go fast, my little gentleman "
The ties of blood were pressing very strongly on the General himself, and perhaps he thought of Lollo. But Love is not bought in a day, even with fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence. Jackanapes answered quite readily, "The Postman." "Why the Postman?" "He knew my father," said Jackanapes, "and he tells me about him, and about his black mare. My father was a soldier, a brave soldier.
He stuck to the red-haired pony as he had stuck to the hobbyhorse; but oh, how different the delight of this wild gallop with flesh and blood! Just as his legs were beginning to feel as if he did not feel them, the Gipsy boy cried "Lollo!"
Glad you mentioned it, grandson. Glad you mentioned it." The General was as good as his word. Next morning the Gipsy and Lollo, Miss Jessamine, Jackanapes and his grandfather and his dog Spitfire, were all gathered at one end of the Green in a group, which so aroused the innocent curiosity of Mrs.
"I can make him go!" said Jackanapes, and drawing from his pocket the trumpet he had bought in the fair, he blew a blast both loud and shrill. Away went Lollo, and away went Jackanapes' hat. His golden hair flew out an aureole from which his cheeks shone red and distended with trumpeting. Away went Spitfire, mad with the rapture of the race, and the wind in his silky ears.
Johnson, as she saw it from one of her upper windows, that she and the children took their early promenade rather earlier than usual. The General talked to the Gipsy, and Jackanapes fondled Lollo's mane, and did not know whether he should be more glad or miserable if his grandfather bought him. "Jackanapes!" "Yes, sir!" "I've bought Lollo, but I believe you were right.
Round went the pony so unceremoniously, that, with as little ceremony, Jackanapes clung to his neck, and he did not properly recover himself before Lollo stopped with a jerk at the place where they had started. "Is his name Lollo?" asked Jackanapes, his hand lingering in the wiry mane. "Yes." "What does Lollo mean?" "Red." "Is Lollo your pony?" "No. My father's." And the Gipsy boy led Lollo away.
Tony Johnson had no more natural taste for fighting than for riding, but he was as devoted as ever to Jackanapes, and that was how it came about that Mr. And he added a postscript to the effect that she could have no idea how popular Jackanapes was, nor how splendidly he rode the wonderful red charger whom he had named after his old friend Lollo. "Sound Retire!"
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