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Updated: June 11, 2025
Nandy kept his word. Breakfast next morning was no sooner over than he made a bolt across the pleasure-grounds, crept through the hedge at the bottom, and went singing down the woods towards Merry-Garden, with his heart half-lovesick and half-gleeful, and with two thick sandwiches of bread-and-butter in his pocket to provide against accidents.
The soldier put up a hand and seemed to be beckoning, cautious-like. Nandy waded nearer. "Looky-here, lobster none of your tricks!" he said. "They-there clothes belong to me." "I ain't goin' to be a lobster, as you put it, much longer," said the soldier. "I'm a-goin' to cast my shell." And with that he begins to unbutton his tunic.
Aunt Barbree was beginning to wonder why the cure worked so slow in the case of fresh fruit. "Heaven is my witness, I have!" said Aunt Barbree. "There's a complete change coming over my constitution," said Nandy, pensive-like. "I feel it hardening every day: and as for my skull, why talk about Brazil nuts! I believe I could crack cherry-stones with it."
Every time the official announcer would put the megaphone to his mouth, to call out winners and time to a hushed and eager throng, Nandy, not yet a year old, would begin to squeal at the top of his lungs for joy. Nobody could hear a word the official said. We were as distressed as any one we, too, had pencils poised to jot down records. Carl studied very hard.
The whole lease was but for three pounds a year for the term of three lives her husband, William John Furnace; her husband's younger sister Tryphena, that had married a man called Jewell and buried him within six months; and Tryphena's only child Ferdinando, otherwise known as Nandy. When the lease was drawn, all three lives seemed good enough for another fifty years.
Susannah, having fitted forth Aunt Barbree and watched her from the gate as she took the road to Saltash, had returned to the house in an unpleasant temper. She was a good servant and would stand any amount of ordering about, but she hated responsibility. Her temper, too, for a week past had not been at its best. She, like her mistress, had missed Nandy.
And so it came about that Nandy saw Miss Sophia, and fell over head and ears in love with her. But towards the end of the second week he felt that he could stand life at Hi-jeen Villa no longer no, not even for the sake of seeing Miss Sophia daily. "It's no use, miss," he told her very dolefully, as he delivered Friday's letter; "I've a-got to run for it, and I'm going to run for it to-morrow."
So Nandy, with a stomach full of virtue, turned his back on the quay and started to walk down the creek along the foreshore, to a corner where he might reckon on being free from observation. Meantime the young officers, that had landed and strolled up to the cottage, were being received by Susannah, and in a twitter, poor soul! "Her mistress was out called away upon sudden business.
Show us the way, youngster down by the creek, did you say? Tallyho, boys! One and all! Yoicks forra'd! Go-one away!" and, dragging Nandy with them, the pack pelted out of the garden. Now you understand how it was that Dr. Clatworthy and Miss St. Maur, entering the garden ten minutes later, saw but a bevy of disconsolate maidens strolling the paths, and no uniform nor sign of one.
'And how are you getting on, Mrs Plornish, said Pancks, 'since we're mentioning millions? 'Very steady, indeed, sir, returned Mrs Plornish. 'Father, dear, would you go into the shop and tidy the window a little bit before tea, your taste being so beautiful? John Edward Nandy trotted away, much gratified, to comply with his daughter's request.
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