Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
If you don't win this time, you look forward to next. . . . Well, one day Mr Philp here came into the shop wearin' a dark blue tie, and says I, 'You're Oxford. 'Am I? says he 'It's the first I've heard tell of it. 'You're Oxford, says I: 'and I'm Cambridge, for half-a-crown. Odd enough, Cambridge won that year by eight lengths."
We haven't, as you might say, threshed it out together, but I leave details to him." "If you call this a detail " "Yes, yes: leave it to Cai." Mr Rogers blinked, but asked no questions and kept his own counsel. Mr Philp was more dangerous. It happened in this way.
The very thought of it set him perspiring. At the head of the garden, to his annoyance, he found Mr Philp leaning over the gate. "Ah, Good morning!" said Mr Philp. "You was expectin' me, o' course." "Good morning," returned Captain Cai. "Expectin' you? No, I wasn't. Why?" "About that hat. I've brought you the three-an'-six." He held out the coins in his palm. "You can't have it just now.
There's a turn at the foot o' the stairs; most awk'ard." "I reckon," said Captain Cai cheerfully, "'Bias an' me'll leave that to them as it concerns. But, man! what a turn you've a-got for funerals!" "They be the breath o' life to me," Mr Philp confessed, and paused for a moment's thought.
Fulcrum Brothers had no representative present, neither had Fires, Philp Company, and the only man to be afraid of was Nielsen's agent, Squires, and him they got drunk and sound asleep over in Guvutu. "'Twenty, says I, for my bid. 'Twenty-five, says the little girl. 'Thirty, says I. 'Forty, says she. 'Fifty, says I. 'Fifty-five, says she. And there I was stuck.
Here I come back: here's th' old Town Quay same as ever it was; and here likewise you all be, runnin' on as I left 'ee, like a clockwork a bit slower with age maybe that's all. Whereby I conclude your ways content ye." "You're wrong, Cap'n Cai you're wrong. We bide by our habits an', more by token, here comes Mr Philp. 'Morning, Mr Philp."
Though his mind was firmly made up, during the several days of the Makambo in Sydney, lying alongside the Burns Philp Dock, he saw to every detail of the cleaning up after the last crowd of outgoing passengers, and to every detail of preparation for the next crowd of incoming passengers who had tickets bought for the passage far away to the coral seas and the cannibal isles.
He steadied himself to say, "You seem to take a lot of interest, Mr Philp, in other people's affairs." "Heaps," said Mr Philp. "I couldn' live without it." It must be admitted, though with sorrow, that on the Committee Ship that day Captain Cai did not shine.
He beat a hasty retreat down the hill. "'Tis curious now," said Cai to John Peter ten minutes later, "how your inquisitive man hates a question, just as your joker can't never face a joke that goes against him. I met Philp, just outside, with a carpet bag: and I no sooner asked what he was carryin' than he bolted like a hare." "There's no secret about it, either," said John Peter.
The end of it was that Captain Cai purchased an alpaca coat as well as a Panama hat, and having bidden "so long" to Mr Philp, and pocketed his three-and-sixpence, steered up the street in the direction of Rilla Farm, nervously stealing glimpses of himself in the shop windows as he went. As he hove in sight of the Custom House, however, this bashfulness gave way of a sudden to bewilderment.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking