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"Oh! oh!" cried Paul, whilst Wagtail threw himself on the sofa, and roared with laughter. But the next moment Bangs gave another kick, and this time Pepperpot got a sound blow on the side of the head, whilst down came the great ostrich, clattering among cups and dishes, and making an awful havoc amongst them.
"Lower away the boat, and pipe away the yaulers, boatswain's mate." Presently the Captain and I were on the Wave's deck, where I was much surprised to find no less personages than Pepperpot Wagtail, and Paul Gelid, Esquires. Mr Gelid, a conch, or native of the Bahamas, was the same yawning, drawling, long legged Creole as ever.
"Ah, very inconvenient, ah, I shall stay below," said Paul. "So shall I," quoth Pepperpot; "won't stick my nose on deck, Aaron dear, no, not for the whole world."
"No chance of our removing to Peter Gelid's this evening." "Why?" I asked. "Oh, poor Pepperpot Wagtail is become alarmingly ill; inflammatory symptoms have appeared, and" Here the colloquy was cut short by the entrance of Mrs Peter Celid a pretty woman enough.
Wasn't Isobel funny, trying to be a nice little goddaughter? For goodness' sake, what's that?" For there was a wild rush through the hall, then sharp shrieks from the library! Out of consideration for Aunt Maria, Pepperpot had been shut on the third floor.
Pepperpot Wagtail was a little round fellow, of an irritable temperament, but great goodness of heart, and very scrupulous in his dealings with mankind. He had been sick and had come on board in order to recruit his health. I do not know how to describe his appearance better than to compare him to an egg, to the large end of which, his little feet were fastened.
Chrystobel was selfish and Tabitha was a pepperpot, and neither of those faults is easily overcome, but thanks to the common sense of the kindly principal and her staff of teachers, the battle was not unsuccessfully waged.
But, for a long time, Jerry, under the pink and white cover, blinked at the little circle of brightness reflected from the electric light outside, trying hard not to wish she had Pepperpot with her "to keep away the lonesomes." The night sounds of the city hummed in eerie cadences in her ears.
"I'm beginning to feel like Jerry that Kettle Mountain is inhabited by fairies and that I am in their stronghold!" But there was little suggestive of the fairy in Jerry as she tumbled through the door at that moment, Pepperpot held high in her arms and Bigboy leaping at her side.
I descended to the cabin, breakfast having been announced, and sat down to our meal, confronted by Paul Gelid and Pepperpot Wagtail. Presently we heard Aaron sing out, the small skuttle being right overhead, "Pegtop, come here, Pegtop, I say, help me on with my neckcloth so that will do; now I shall go on deck.
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