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After mysterious and intriguing noises at the front-door had finished, and the front-door had made the whole flat vibrate to its bang, Ozzie puffed into the room with three packages, the two smaller being piled upon the third. "They're addressed to you," said Ozzie to his father-in-law. "Did you give the man anything?" Sissie asked quickly.
No one but a small boy, bent on fun, knows what Gypsy Juice is. No adult has ever been able to procure its formula and no small boy in the South cares, so long as he can get it. "The thing that hit does," Archie B. explained to his timid and pious twin brother, Ozzie B., "is ter make anything it touches that wears hair git up and git."
But I thought if I sent something along that we could all join in consuming instantly, I couldn't possibly do any harm." "We haven't any champagne glasses," said Sissie coldly. "Champagne glasses, child! You ought never to drink champagne out of champagne glasses. Tumblers are the only thing for champagne. Some tumblers, Ozzie. And a tin-opener. You must have a tin-opener.
He rang the bell, and the bell made a violent and horrid sound, which could scarcely fail to be heard throughout the remainder of the house. No answer! Ozzie had gone. He descended the stairs, and on the second-floor landing saw an old lady putting down a mat in front of an open door. The old lady's hair was in curl-papers. "I suppose," he ventured, raising his hat.
Prohack that Ozzie was thinking: "This queer old stick is taking advantage of his position to make a fool of himself in his queer old way." "Let us examine the circumstances," Mr. Prohack proceeded. "You want to marry Sissie. Therefore you respect her.
But looking at history we perceive that the ideas of the moderately young have always triumphed against the ideas of the moderately old. And happily so, for otherwise there could be no progress. Hence the balance of probability is that, assuming you and I were to differ, you would be more right than I should be." "But I hope that we do not differ, sir," said Ozzie. And Mr.
What is more, she has never mentioned your name in any conversation until somebody else had mentioned it. Such is the result of my educational system, and the influence of the time-spirit." "Well, I'm dashed!" exclaimed Ozzie sincerely. "I hope not, Morfey. I hope not, if by dashed you mean 'damned." "But it was the most wonderful meeting, Mr.
It was a show Cottontown had never seen before. Then two men came out of the bar-room one, the bar-keeper, fat and jolly, and the other lank and with malicious eyes. This gave Bonaparte his cue and he bristled and growled. "Look out, mister," said the tender-hearted Ozzie B. to the Italian, "watch this here dog, Bonaparte; he's terrible 'bout fightin'. He'll eat yo' monkey if he gets a chance."
Without his glasses, the Elder never knew one twin from the other, but presuming that the studious one was Ozzie B., he seized the other by the ear, pulled him to the open window and pitched him out on the grass.
This is the crown of my career as a man of the world." He saw Mr. Asprey Chown give a careless brusque nod to Ozzie Morfey, and he laughed again. "It's rather comic, isn't it?" Mr. Softly Bishop acquiesced. "I wonder why Oswald Morfey has abandoned his famous stock for an ordinary necktie." "Probably because he's going to be my son-in-law," said Mr. Prohack. "Ah!" ejaculated Mr. Softly Bishop.
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