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Then, standing, she looked around. "Where's Pepperpot?" she asked anxiously. The little dog had disappeared. "He'll think that I love Bigboy more than I do him," she explained, as she climbed back in. The car started down the rough road. Jerry turned to wave; as long as she could see her mother and father she kept her little white handkerchief fluttering. Then she faced resolutely forward.
Clap a pepperpot helmet on Jaffery, give him a skin-tight suit of chain mail, moulding all his swelling muscles, consider his red sweeping moustache, his red beard, his intense blue eyes staring out of a red face; dress Liosha in flaming maize and purple, leaving a breast free, and twist a gold torque through her hair, dark like the bronze-black shadows under autumn bracken; strip naked-fair the five nesting bits of humanity it was an unpresented scene from Lohengrin or the Götterdämmerung.
Gyp and Tibby went upstairs with her; Graham disappeared with Pepperpot. "What do you think of my girl?" John Westley asked his sister-in-law. They had gone back to the library. Isobel sat on a stool close to Uncle Johnny's chair. "She seems like an unusually nice, jolly child. But " Mrs. Westley looked a little distressed. "May she not be homesick here, John so far from her folks?"
We had him carried by our people to his lodgings, where, after shifting and brandying to some tune, he took his place at the breakfast table, and did the honours with his usual amenity and warm heartedness. After breakfast Peregrine remembered, what the sly rogue had never forgotten I suspect, that he was engaged to dine with his friend Mr Pepperpot Wagtail, in Kingston.
"We didn't promise we'd make Pep behave," grumbled Graham as they shut Pepperpot, for punishment and protection in Jerry's clothes closet. An hour later Jerry heard Isobel, outside of the guest-room door, bidding Aunt Maria good-night. Jerry thought that she did not blame Isobel for wanting to go abroad with Aunt Maria; it would be very wonderful to travel with such a fine lady and with Peregrine!
"Oh, my heart, what a pepperpot!" thought Rose, and, hoping to make him laugh, she added slyly: "I was not talking about men, but boys, and one of them a Prince, who ought to set a good example to his subjects." But Charlie would not relent, and tried to turn the subject by saying gravely, as he unfastened the little gold ring from his watch-guard,
"Why, my dear sir, to say the truth, that is my first attempt; full of trash, believe me; what else could you expect, from so mere a lad as I was when I wrote it?" "The child is father to the man," Tom, my boy; so may I peruse it; may I read it for the edification of my learned allies, Pepperpot Wagtail, and Paul Gelid, esquires?"
By this time the boat was alongside, with Messieurs Aaron Bang, Pepperpot Wagtail, and Paul Gelid the former with his cot, and half a dozen cases of wine, and some pigs, and some poultry, all under the charge of his black servant. "Hillo," said I "Mr Wagtail is at home here, you know, Mr Bang, and so is Mr Gelid; but to what lucky chance am I indebted for your society, my dear sir?"
Jerry, a funny little figure in her coat that was too small and a fall hat that Mrs. Chubb had made over from one of her mother's, was, with careful impartiality, bestowing final caresses upon Bigboy, Pepperpot, Silverheels, and her father and mother alike. Then, at the last moment, she almost strangled her mother with a sweep of her strong young arms.
Why, see there there, just under your candle, Tom a bird's nest floating about with a mavis in it, as I am a gentleman." "D n your bird's nest and mavis too, whatever that may be," roared little Mr Pepperpot. "By Jupiter, it is my wig, with a live rat in it." "Confound your wig! ah," quoth Paul, as the steward fished up what I took at first for a pair of brimfull water stoups.
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