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Updated: May 4, 2025
"By all the rules of treasure-hunting, the finder keeps the treasure." Mrs. Handsomebody was silenced. She did not wish to quarrel with the Peggs. Mrs. Pegg moved closer to her. "Mrs. Handsomebody," she said, winking her white eyelashes very fast, "I really do not think that you should allow your pupils to accept this er treasure.
Pegg is a much travelled gentleman, and one of the most noted archæologists of the day. A trifle eccentric in his manner perhaps but a deep thinker. David, can you tell me what an archæologist is?" "Something you pretend you are," said Angel, "and you ain't." "Nonsense!" snapped Mrs. Handsomebody. "Look it up in your Johnson's when you go upstairs, and let me know the result.
And there you are!" He smiled benignly on us. I longed to hug him. The March wind swooped and whistled down the alley, and the starling gave little sharp twittering noises and cocked his head. "When, oh when " we burst out "tonight? May we search for it tonight, Captain Pegg?" He reflected. "No-o. Not tonight.
Before church time comes Mr. Hill and discourse of musique. I took my Lady Pen home, and her daughter Pegg, and merry we were; and after dinner I made my wife show them her pictures, which did mad Pegg Pen, who learns of the same man and cannot do so well.
The issue whereof, God knows. 4th. Up, and seeing things put in order for a dinner at my house to-day, I to the office awhile, and about noon home, and there saw all things in good order. Anon comes our company; my Lord Bruncker, Sir W. Pen, his lady, and Pegg, and her servant, Mr. Turner and his wife.
You see, it seemed to make us good mates running in company like, for when the Sergeant wasn't dropping on to him he was letting me have it, to keep his tongue sharp. Yes, Peter Pegg will miss me, for they won't find Joe Smithers when they come; and if I desart my post, how can I help it if I am pulled under? But I won't desart it till I am.
For the plashing of poles reached his ears, and the dark form of a good-sized sampan came round a curve, with its attap awning glistening softly like dead silver in the moonlight. The sentry waited in the shade of the hut till the boat came nearer, and then challenged, when a familiar voice responded: "That you, Peter Pegg?" "Mister Archie, sir! Yes, sir." "It's all right.
The poor fellow seemed to Pegg to be sleeping as heavily as ever, and after he had looked at him carefully for a few minutes, there was a deep, buzzing hum as of some insect, and a great fly flashed across the golden rays which streamed in through the thatch, and hovered around for a few moments as if about to settle upon the sleeping lad's head.
The utterer of the yell seemed to have been successful, for the trunk was drawn back quickly, the elephant trumpeted, there were the footsteps of a man, and the shuffling sound of the gait of the great beast, as, springing up, Peter Pegg ran to the door and climbed up to place his eye where the trunk had been, so that he could see what was taking place. "My! Look at that!" cried Peter cheerily.
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