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"My dear Pepperpot," chimed in Gelid, "we both forget. Don't you remember the day we dined with the Admiral at the pen, in July last?" "No," said Wagtail, "I totally forget it." Bang, I saw was all this while chuckling to himself "I absolutely forget it altogether." "Bless me," said Gelid, "don't you remember the beautiful calipeever we had that day?"
Of old, it was kept with care and dried down to a gum, and used to poison arrows, as it is still used, I believe, on the Orinoco; now, its poisonous properties are expelled by boiling it down into Cassaripe, which has a singular power of preserving meat, and is the foundation of the 'pepperpot' of the colonists.
And in a moment you'd disappear around the corner. And now I'm the speck and I don't know when we reach the corner. But I'm going, anyway!" Then upon her happy meditations came a sudden, startling interruption in the shape of a small dog that leaped out from the dense undergrowth at the side of the road and hailed the automobile with a sharp bark. "Pepperpot!" cried Jerry, springing to her feet.
When you, my little Pepperpot, had not yet come to earth to torment your parents, but were still just a tiny thought in the corner of God's mind, I your old Baroni I was in Ruvania." "You in Ruvania?" He nodded. "Yes. I went there first as a professor of singing at the Borovnitz Conservatoire per Bacco! But they haf the very soul of music, those Ruvanians!
"Oh! oh!" exclaimed Paul, while little Wagtail lay back laughing like to die; but the next instant Bang gave another struggle, or wallop, like a pelloch in shoal water, whereby Pepperpot borrowed a good kick on the side of the head, and down came the Great Ostrich, Aaron Bang, but without any feather in his tail, as I can avouch, slap upon the table, smashing cups and saucers, and hominy, and devil knows what all, to pieces, as he floundered on the board.
"Very well, Jerry Pepperpot shall go, too." "Ten miles more... three miles more ... five blocks more," Mr. John had been saying at intervals as the big car rolled along, carrying Jerry nearer and nearer to her new home. For the two days of the trip Jerry had scarcely spoken; indeed, more than once her breath had caught in her throat.
It was great cry and little wool; and at length they got tired, and hauled off by mutual consent, finishing off as usual with an appeal to us "beg one feepenny, massa!" At six o'clock we drove to Mr Pepperpot Wagtail's.
And I've cleaned Little-Dad's pipes. And I've promised Bigboy and Pepperpot and Dormouse that they may all sleep on my bed to-night. I'm afraid Pepperpot he's so sensitive is going to miss me dreadfully!" Jerry tried to frown away the thought; she did not want it to intrude upon her joy. That last evening she sat quietly on the porch with one hand in her mother's and the other in Little-Dad's.
"The deuce!" said Pepperpot, twisting himself in all directions, as if his inexpressibles had been nailed to his seat, and he was trying to escape from them. "What, in the devil's name, mean you, man?" "I mean neither more nor less than what I say.
Pepperpot had all this while listened with mute attention, as if the narrative had been most moving, and I question not he thought so; but Bang oh, the rogue! looked also very grave and sympathizing, but there was a laughing devil in his eye, that showed he was inwardly enjoying the beautiful rise of his friends.
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