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"Indeed I do," continued Miss Peppy with much animation; "Mrs Gaff, the fisherman's wife, has got a fortune left her amounting to ten thousand pounds, which, at five per something or other, as my brother tells me, yields an annual income of 500 pounds." "But who left it to her, and how?" asked Sir Richard. "Ah, who left it, and how?" echoed Miss Flouncer.
Her next act was to purchase a new bonnet-box, which she presented to Miss Peppy with many earnest protestations that she would have got a better if she could, but a better was not to be had in town for love or money.
"Dear George, how can you," said Miss Peppy, who talked with great volubility, and who never for a moment ceased to bustle about the room in a series of indescribable, as well as unaccountable, not to say unnecessary, preparations for the morning meal, which had already been prepared to perfection by Mrs Niven; "you surely don't forget things do happen so surprisingly at times really, you know, I can not see why we should be subjected to such surprises.
"My dear aunt, it is a pleasure, I assure you," replied Kenneth; "I am quite anxious to make the acquaintance of Colonel Crusty and his pretty daughter." "O dear! what a shriek! Is anything wrong, Kennie?" "Nothing, dear aunt; it is only a train about to start." "What's the matter with you, Niven?" inquired Miss Peppy with some anxiety, on observing that the housekeeper's face was ashy pale.
Mrs Niven shook her head, and observed that she rather feared Miss Lizzie Gordon's image was already indelibly impressed on Master Kenneth's heart, but Miss Peppy replied that that was all nonsense, and that, at all events, her brother, Mr Stuart, would never permit it. The two were still discussing this important subject when Mrs Gaff laid violent hands on the door-bell.
These two words yes and no were the utmost extent to which Miss Puff had yet ventured into the dreaded sea of conversation. I could perceive by the fagged expression of his face that the middy was beginning to lose heart. "Brother," said Miss Peppy, "you had better tell Sir Richard how it happened. I have such a memory I really don't remember the details.
Where the chorus lady was once the only brand that had the proper and improper equipment to jazz up an evening, now mankind has come to prefer the flapper, who drinks as much as the Broadwayite, is just as peppy and not quite so gold-diggish. "It is so simple," smiles Barbara nonchalantly blowing her smoke rings. "You old dears set man an impossible standard.
The former had often seen my niece, both at the house of Mr Stuart and at my own, as our respective ladies interchanged frequent visits, and Miss Peppy always brought Emmie when she came to see us. Lizzie had taken such a fancy to the orphan that she begged Miss Peppy to allow her to go with her and me sometimes on our visits to the houses of distressed sailors and fishermen.
"Thank 'ee, ma'am, it's to take charge o' a bit parcel, about the size of my head, or thereaway, and give it to a poor relation o' mine as lives there when he an't afloat." "A seaman?" said Miss Peppy. "Yes, ma'am." "Very well; but," continued Miss Peppy, "you say the parcel is the size of your head: do you mean your head with or without the bonnet? Excuse me for "
Besides, he always has the door-key in his pocket, when he doesn't forget it, which is pretty often. Perhaps he had your door-key in his pocket, but after all, even if he had, that wouldn't alter the fact that he's been out all night. But maybe he's in bed did you look?" "Yes, I looked, and he has evidently not lain on the bed at all last night." "Under it?" suggested Miss Peppy.
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