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The first summons passed unheard; the second caused Mrs Niven to open her eyes and shut her mouth, but she could not rise by reason of a crick in her neck. An angry shout, however, of "why don't you answer the bell?" from the master of the family, caused her to make a violent struggle, plunge her head into her lap, by way of counteracting the crick, rush up-stairs, and fling open the door.
Who told Boy Niven...?" "Surely you were court martialled for that?" I said. The story of Boy Niven who lured seven or eight able-bodied seamen and marines into the woods of British Columbia used to be a legend of the Fleet. "Yes, we were court-martialled to rights," said Pritchard, "but we should have been tried for murder if Boy Niven 'adn't been unusually tough.
"Now, take good care of Emmie, Niven, and don't forget to get her " The remainder was drowned by "that irritating whistle." "Get her what, ma'am?" "Get her shoes mended before Sunday, and remember that her petticoat was torn when she bless me! has that thing burst at last?" "No, ma'am, not yet," said Niven. "Now then, keep back; show your tickets, please," said the inspector, pushing Niven aside.
The orderly whom Niven had with him both going and coming was hit by high explosive shells. Niven is so small that it is difficult to hit him. He is about up to Major Gault's shoulder. He had been worrying about his supply of rifle-cartridges. There were not enough to take care of another German infantry charge, which was surely coming.
The engine gave a sudden snort, as if to say, "You'd better, else I'm off without you." "Now aunt," said Kenneth, "come along." In another moment Miss Peppy was seated in a carriage, with her head out of the window, talking earnestly and rapidly to Mrs Niven. It seemed as if she had reserved all the household directions which she had to give to that last inopportune moment!
It's awful to be subjected so constantly to the Child's History of England! that's it on the top of my my which trunk can it be? I know, oh yes, the leather one. Emmie is to read well now, that is too bad " As Miss Peppy stopped and fumbled in her pocket inquiringly, Mrs Niven asked, in some concern, if it was her purse.
I'm about to leave town and and won't return." "Ech! Maister Jack; what for?" exclaimed the astonished landlady. "Because I'm a beggar," replied the youth, with a bitter smile, "and I mean to go to sea." "Hoots! Maister Jack, ye're jokin'." "Indeed I am very far from joking, Mrs Niven; I have no money, and no source of income.
One evening Peggy was heard in altercation with a man in the passage who seemed bent on forcing his way into the house. The students who chanced to be in their rooms at the time cocked their ears, like war-steeds snuffing the battle from afar, and hoped for a row. Mrs Niven, after opening the parlour door softly, and listening, called out, "Let the gentleman come up, Peggy."
Major Niven took off the wrapper in order that I might see the flag with the initials of the battalion which Princess Patricia embroidered with her own hands. There is room, one repeats, for a little sentiment and a little emotion, too, between Halifax and Vancouver. "Of course we could not take our colours into action," said Niven.
Mr Jack thought that such a clever, disinterested man-of-business, and a relation of Mrs Niven, might be just the person to give him sound advice at this crisis; he therefore obtained his address, and, after a long chat with the good woman, who would have listened for hours to the adventures of her "bonny lodger," took his departure, and in due time stood at the door of the dirty little office.
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