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"I wonder you have the face to tell this story," put in Mr Philp. The barber grinned. "Well, I thought as we'd both settled 'pon our fancy, in a neighbourly way. But be dashed if, soon after the followin' Christmas, Mr Philp didn't send his tie to the wash, and it came back any blue you pleased.
Four clear weeks: an' Boatbuilder Wyatt could knock you up a shell in half that time. He gets cleverer with every boat of the class; and with a boat built to race once only he could make pretty well sure." Later that afternoon Mr Philp, who never lost an occasion to advertise himself, paid a call on Mr Wyatt, boatbuilder.
The money must be raised. Merton looked resigned. 'I have nothing to sell, said Logan, 'but an entire set of clubs by Philp. Guaranteed unique, and in exquisite condition. 'You must part with them, said Merton. 'We are like Palissy the potter, feeding his furnace with the drawing-room furniture. 'But how about the recruiting? Logan asked.
Mr Philp took it from the Quaymaster's head, transferred it to his own, and, lifting it by the brim, said reverently, "If I should survive my wife," &c., to pass it on to the barber, who recited the same formula to the same ritual.
If he takes me as he finds me I'll do the same by him an' he knows I'll count the sacks. Cap'n Cai here'll tell you I'd never have put such a trick on Philp if he hadn' shown himself so suspicious. I hate a suspicious man. . . . An' that's one reason, Cap'n, why I want you to decide on takin' my place on the School Board.
What the town's cryin' out for is a new broom a man with ideas, eh, Mr Philp? above all, a man who's independent. So first of all they'll flatter ye up into standin' for the Parish Council, and put ye head o' the poll " "Tut, man!" interrupted Captain Cai, flushing a little. "What do I know about such things? Not o' course that I shan't take an interest as a ratepayer " "To be sure.
Actual farmin' needs capital, o' course." To this 'Bias made no response, but continued to stare thoughtfully at Mrs Bosenna's kine. "After all," pursued Cai cheerfully, "these little interests are the salt of a leisurable man's life. I dare say, f'r instance, as Philp gets quite an amount o' fun out o' funerals, though to me it seems a queer taste.
Mr Philp, passing and repassing many times a day, never missed to halt and attempt conversation; with small result, however. "It's a wonder to me," he grumbled at last, "how men of your age can risk scramblin' about on ladders with your mouths constantly full o' nails." In the evenings they supped together. Mrs Bowldler had made free to suggest this.
Philp, on Franklin Square, where they gave a series of dinner-parties, with several evening entertainments.
You may trust Philp to get at the facts leastways you can trust him for gossip: but he can't dress anything up. . . . Why, what's the matter with the child?" Fancy Tabb never laughed: and this was the queerer because she had a sense of humour beyond her years.
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