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Peterkin, in his white toga, with a green wreath upon his head, came forward to address her in a noble manner, while she was terrified by the appearance of Agamemnon's ass's head, half hidden among the leaves. "What shall we do?" exclaimed Mr. Peterkin. "There are no Peterkins; yet we have sent cards to everybody that they are 'At Home'!"
Dick had stumbled and stammered dreadfully when confessing to his sister that he had invited the Peterkins, while Nina had drawn a long breath of dismay as she thought of presenting Ann Eliza and Billy to Marian Raymond, with her culture and aristocratic ideas. Then she burst into a laugh and said, with her usual sweetness: 'Never mind, Dickie. You could not do otherwise.
"This will never do! We are not the Peterkins, we are distinguished guests! We cannot receive." "We shall have to give up the party," said Mrs. Peterkin. "Or our costumes," groaned Agamemnon from his ass's head. "We must go out, and come in as guests," said Elizabeth Eliza, leading the way to a back door, for guests were already thronging in, and up the front stairs.
Would the name be spelled right in the newspapers? No cards." The last that was ever heard of the Peterkins, Agamemnon was on his way to Madagascar, Solomon John was at Rustchuk, and the little boys at Gratz; Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin, in a comfortable sledge, were on their way from Tobolsk to Yakoutsk; and Elizabeth Eliza was passing her honeymoon in the neighborhood of Moscow.
It may be remembered that the Peterkins originally hesitated about publishing their Family Papers, and were decided by referring the matter to the lady from Philadelphia. A little uncertain of whether she might happen to be at Philadelphia, they determined to write and ask her. Solomon John suggested a postal-card.
'Tell her I will be there by lunch time, Jerrie said to the man, while to her grandmother she continued: 'The baking and cleaning are all done, and I can finish the ironing when I get back; it will be cooler then, and I do want to see the inside of that show-house which Harold says cost a hundred thousand dollars. Pity somebody besides the Peterkins did not live there.
"Fanciful is dying for his breakfast; and as to Peterkins, he has got Spot-ear out of his cage. Peterkins is crying like anything, and his tears are dropping on Spot-ear, and Spot-ear doesn't like it. Do come on!" "Yes, yes; I am coming," said Maggie "Good-bye, darling Merry. My best thanks and best love." That evening, or in the course of the afternoon, Maggie appeared at Shepherd's Bush.
"Of course I will, my darling Peterkins," replied Maggie in her joyful voice. "Oh, this is this is this is fun! Come along, Belle; come along." "But don't let poor Jack get into a temper," said Isabel in a half-frightened whisper. Maggie took no notice of her.
But the small space was becoming more and more crowded. The dragomans from the different parties with which the Peterkins were connected came to announce their several luncheons, and insisted upon their leaving the pyramid. Mrs. Peterkin's dragoman wanted her to go on directly to the Sphinx, and she still clung to the belief that only then would there be a complete reunion of the family.
"But you'll see 'em, and he's got five!" he said in a most distressed voice. "Honor bright," said Maggie, "I'll turn my back and shut my eyes. Jackdaw shall show me his rabbits himself." Peterkins immediately removed the door, dragging it to its former place, where it leaned against a high wall. He then rushed up to Maggie. "I've done it," he said. "Promise you won't like his bunnies."
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