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Ah, my dear, as Pope wisely wrote, `a little learning is a dangerous thing!" "Then you mean tutors," said Miss Pimpernell. "Why could you not call them by their proper name?" "I could, my dear," said the vicar, good-humouredly, "but, the term I used, is an old relic of college jargon; you see how hard it is to cure oneself of bad habits!"
Some few days after Christmas, little Miss Pimpernell gave a small evening party for the especial delectation of those who had so meritoriously assisted in the decoration of the church.
"I wonder," said Miss Pimpernell, "whether there is any connection between it and the text, `Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth'?" "I can't say, my dear," said the vicar, "if you are right in this instance; but there is often a great similarity between different parts of the Bible and the utterances of profane writers."
I wonder if anybody ever saw her laugh? I've got my doubts about it. Then came out Miss Pimpernell, her kind old face beaming with smiles as she bowed here and there, and gave a cordial greeting to us young fellows, who still stood around the church porch. She did not forget me, you may be certain.
Yes, I had not only a glad, welcome letter from Miss Pimpernell, in which the dear little old lady made me laugh and cry again; but, I also heard from the good vicar, who was one of the worst correspondents in the world, never putting pen to paper, save in the compilation of his weekly sermons, except under the most dire necessity, or kindly compulsion.
I shall be ready for it, however, when it comes, all the same, dear sir." "You had better get crammed in the meantime, however, my boy," said the vicar, reflectively. "`Get crammed, brother!" said Miss Pimpernell, aghast at the term, of which she clearly did not understand the slang sense. "Get crammed! Why, what do you mean?
They would have waited a considerable time, I thought, before they would have been invited to share his! I watched them drive off, and I went home mad. It was getting too grievous for mortal to bear. The house felt suffocating to me that evening. I could not stop in. I determined to go and call on my old friend Miss Pimpernell, and see what she could do to cheer me up.
Dear little Miss Pimpernell got up from her arm-chair in the corner, and kissed me the first time she had done such a thing since I was a little fellow and had sat upon her knee; while, the vicar shook me as cordially by the hand as he had ever done. "Dear Frank!" exclaimed the former. "Here you are at last. I thought you were never coming to us again!"
Nothing passed in Saint Canon's with which I was not made acquainted; and, I now learnt much that Miss Pimpernell had not told, or which I had been unable to make out and understand, through the difficulties I met with in the dear old lady's penmanship.
Besides, you know, I ought to have some little experience in such matters by this time; for, every boy and girl in the parish has made me their confidante for years and years past!" and she laughed again. Miss Pimpernell was once more her cheery old self, quite restored to her normal condition of good humour.
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