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Marriage seems to change the very natures in 'em through and through. You can't tell what they won't turn into nohow. "I seen the nicest girls go wrong," said Uncle Pentstemon, and added with unusual thoughtfulness, "Not that I mean you got one of that sort." He sent another crumb on to its long home with a sucking, encouraging noise. "The wust sort's the grizzler," Uncle Pentstemon resumed.
Johnson took the opportunity to say, "Well so long," to anyone who might be listening, and disappear. Mr. Polly found himself smoking a cigarette and walking up and down outside in the company of Uncle Pentstemon, while Mr. Voules replaced bottles in hampers and prepared for departure, and the womenkind of the party crowded upstairs with the bride. Mr.
Polly saw Uncle Pentstemon relieve himself of his parcel by giving it to the bride. "Here!" he said and handed it to her. "Weddin' present," he explained, and added with a confidential chuckle, "I never thought I'd 'ave to give you one ever." "Who says steak and kidney pie?" bawled Mr. Voules. "Who says steak and kidney pie? You 'ave a drop of old Tommy, Martha.
Johnson. "Elfrid, pass the mustid down." Miriam leaning across the table: "Elfrid!" "Once she got us all kept in. The whole school!" Miriam, more insistently: "Elfrid!" Uncle Pentstemon, raising his voice defiantly: "Trounce 'er again I would if she did as much now. That I would! Dratted mischief!" Miriam, catching Mr. Polly's eye: "Elfrid! This lady knows Canterbury.
"Such a goo-goo-goo-girl!" she sobbed. "Didn't think I'd come, did you?" said Uncle Pentstemon, but she swept past him, too busy with the expression of her feelings to observe him. "She didn't think I'd come, I lay," said Uncle Pentstemon, a little foiled, but effecting an auditory lodgment upon Johnson. "I don't know," said Johnson uncomfortably. "I suppose you were asked.
"And now ladies and gentlemen," said Mr. Voules, still standing and dominating the crammed roomful, "now you got your plates filled and something I can warrant you good in your glasses, wot about drinking the 'ealth of the bride?" "Eat a bit fust," said Uncle Pentstemon, speaking with his mouth full, amidst murmurs of applause. "Eat a bit fust."
Uncle Pentstemon was eating voraciously opposite, but with a kindling eye for Annie. Mrs. Larkins sat next to Mr. Voules. She was unable to eat a mouthful, she declared, it would choke her, but ever and again Mr. Voules wooed her to swallow a little drop of liquid refreshment. There seemed a lot of rice upon everybody, in their hats and hair and the folds of their garments. Presently Mr.
How are you getting on?" "I was arst," said Uncle Pentstemon, and brooded for a moment. "I goes about seeing wonders," he added, and then in a sort of enhanced undertone: "One of 'er girls gettin' married. That's what I mean by wonders. Lord's goodness! Wow!" "Nothing the matter?" asked Johnson. "Got it in the back for a moment. Going to be a change of weather I suppose," said Uncle Pentstemon.
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