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Updated: June 4, 2025
It was the case of Lester Biggs and little Miss Joyce. Now you'd almost think I'd seen too many lady typists earnin' their daily bread and their weekly marcelle waves for me to get stirred up over anything they might do. And as a rule, I don't waste much thought on 'em unless they develop the habit of parkin' their gum on the corner of my desk, or some such trick as that.
Fifty years later I had one of the greatest and most agreeable surprises of my life in suddenly meeting the little boy of the family in the person of Dr. George R. Parkin, the well-known promoter of imperial federation in Australia and the agent in arranging for the Rhodes scholarships at Oxford which are assigned to America. My duties were of the most varied character.
While they sat debating his case in whispers, and with their heads so close you might have covered them all with a tea-tray, a clear musical voice was heard to speak to the barmaid, and, by her direction, in walked into the council-chamber Mr. Henry Little. This visit greatly surprised Messrs. Parkin, Jobson, and Potter, and made them stare, and look at one another uneasily.
He burned to inflict some mortal injury upon Jobson, Parkin, Grotait, Cheetham, and all who had taken a part, either active or passive, in goading him to despair. Now Mr. Cheetham's works lay right in his way; and it struck him he could make Cheetham smart a little. Cheetham's god was money. Cheetham had thrown him over for money. He would go to Cheetham, and drive a dagger into his pocket.
However, if you wish to cure the sore altogether, let your own hands grind the tools, and send them out to be handled by Parkin: he has got men on the box; trade is dull." "Well, I don't object to that." "Then, I say, let by-gones be gone-byes." They shook hands over this, and in a very few hours it was known that Mr. Little was right with the trade.
She hesitated a moment, and then said, "Good-bye," and went out. She met Miss Parkin in the hall, and explained. Up in the ward, Miss Lucy was quick to see that Polly was troubled. "How did the story go?" she asked. "I don't know," Polly sighed. "I guess she did n't like it, 'cause she seemed to be thinking about something else, and she said I need n't stay any longer.
At last, to every one's relief, Lady Kitson went upstairs to join her husband, and with her departure some, at least, of the stiffness was removed. "Aren't you hungry?" asked Lettice, the elder of the two girls. "I am sure you must be after that long drive." "No, thank you," said Kitty soberly. "Oh, I think you must be. Maude, do go and ask Parkin to give us some cake for Kitty.
But, mind you, if a master wants his tanks tapped and his hardening-liquor run into the shore or his bellows to be ripped, his axle-nuts to vanish, his wheel-bands to go and hide in a drain or a church belfry, and his scythe-blades to dive into a wheel-dam, he has only to be wrong with your Union, and he'll be accommodated as above. I speak from experience." "Oh, rattening!" said Mr Parkin.
A pale blue smoke rising from a lonely island in the bay for some days afterwards suggested their possible refuge. But nobody greatly cared. Parkin Skinner, a prominent citizen:
Even while still masticating the viscid unripe parkin, Milly rose to depart. She bent down and dutifully grazed with her lips the cheek of the parkin-maker. 'Good-bye, auntie; good-bye, uncle. And in an elegant, mincing tone, 'Good afternoon, Mr. Twemlow. 'I suppose you've just got to be on time at the next place? he said quizzically, smiling at her vivid youth in spite of himself.
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