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"I don't know," I replied. "I didn't know I had done it till it was over." "Anybody present?" "Half-a-dozen of them," I groaned. The door opened, and Jarman entered; he never troubled to knock anywhere. In place of his usual noisy greeting, he crossed in silence and shook me gravely by the hand. "Friend of yours?" he asked, indicating Minikin. I introduced them to each other.
My father's letter this day do tell me of his own continued illness, and that my mother grows so much worse, that he fears she cannot long continue, which troubles me very much. This day, Mr. Caesar told me a pretty experiment of his, of angling with a minikin, a gut-string varnished over, which keeps it from swelling, and is beyond any hair for strength and smallness. The secret I like mightily.
Minikin as a woman of tolerable breeding and capacity, who, I hope, will not be found altogether deficient in the accomplishments of the sex. So that we find means to make little parties, in which the time glides away insensibly. Then I have a small collection of books which are at your service.
When Piccolissima had counted one hundred, she drew from a very small box, which was a family treasure, some minikin pins, and stuck one of them into the cushion on which she was seated, intending thus to mark every hundred that she counted; but she had not counted thus half a thousand, before she found that breath and knowledge failed her; in truth, she did not know enough of arithmetic to count the eyes of a fly.
"She fancies him?" asked Minikin. "What she fancies," explained Jarman, "is that nature intended 'er to be a lady. And it's no good pointing out to 'er the mistake she's making, because she ain't got sense enough to see it." "No good talking straight to her," suggested Minikin, "telling her that it can never be?" "That's our difficulty," replied Jarman; "it can be.
"When me and the old girl there fixed things up," said Uncle Gutton, "we didn't talk no nonsense, and we didn't start with no misunderstandings. 'I'm not a duke, I says " "Had she been mistaking you for one?" enquired Minikin. Mr. Clapper commented, not tactfully, but with appreciative laugh. I feared for a moment lest Uncle Gutton's little eyes should leave his head.
They have to "go under," anyhow, as the prairie hunter expresses it, adding, "Ef we must die let's do so, killin' them as kills us. I'm good for half a score o' them leetle minikin Mexikins, an' I reck'n you, Frank, kin wipe out as many. We'll make it a bloody bizness for them afore the last breath leeves our bodies. Air you all churged an' riddy?"
This expedition being happily finished, General Macleaver put the whole army, navy, transports, and scene of action into a canvas bag, the prince unsaddled his nose, and Captain Minikin being admitted, our hero was introduced in form.
"She can look after herself, mind you. Don't you go doing 'er any injustice." "He could change his name," suggested Minikin. "'Ow could 'e get a crib?" asked Jarman; "no character, no references." "I've got it," cried Jarman, starting up; "the stage!" "Can he act?" asked Minikin. "Can do anything," retorted my supporter, "that don't want too much sense. That's 'is sanctuary, the stage.
From looking into it he appeared to derive inspiration. "Take-her-own-part sort of a girl?" I intimated that he had diagnosed Miss Rosina Sellars correctly. "Know how much you're earning?" "She knows I live up here in this attic and do my own cooking," I answered. Minikin glanced round the room. "Must be fond of you." "She thinks I'm clever," I explained, "and that I shall make my way.
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