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One Christmas afternoon, calling upon a friend, I found some fourteen or fifteen elderly ladies and gentlemen trotting solemnly round a row of chairs in the centre of the drawing-room while Poppleton played the piano.
Poppleton." When the party separated for the afternoon, Barold took Lucia home, and Mr. Burmistone and the curate walked down the street together. Mr. Poppleton was indeed most agreeably exhilarated. His expressive little countenance beamed with delight. "What a very charming person Miss Bassett is!" he exclaimed, after they had left the gate. "What a very charming person indeed!"
I like to see them over the Morning Post in the common-room; with a "Ha, I see Lady Rackstraw has another daughter." "Poppleton there has been at another party at X House, and YOU weren't asked, my boy." "Lord Coverdale has got a large party staying at Coverdale. Did you know him at Christchurch?
"She is as generous with her money as with her diamonds perhaps," said Barold. "Possibly the quality is peculiar to Nevada. We part here, Mr. Poppleton, I believe. Good-morning." One morning in the following week Mrs. Burnham attired herself in her second-best black silk, and, leaving the Misses Burnham practising diligently, turned her steps toward Oldclough Hall.
You have made it livelier." "Tha-anks," he remarked. "You are most kind." "Oh!" she answered, "it's true. If it wasn't, I shouldn't say it. You and Mr. Burmistone and Mr. Poppleton have certainly made it livelier." He went home in such a bad humor that his host, who was rather happier than usual, commented upon his grave aspect at dinner.
"Very charming," said Mr. Burmistone with much seriousness. "A prettier young person I certainly have never seen; and those wonderful gowns of hers" "Oh!" interrupted Mr. Poppleton, with natural confusion, "I referred to Miss Belinda Bassett; though, really, what you say is very true.
This seemed to please them both. Apparently it is a well-understood method of entertaining a guest and being entertained. Beverly-Jones and Poppleton, after an hour or so of it, were delighted with one another. Yet somehow, when I tried it myself, it failed to work. "Do you know what I would do with that cedar summer-house if it was mine?" I asked my host the next day. "No," he said.
The first earth was then removed by Governor Saunders of Nebraska Territory, Mayor Kennedy of Omaha, George Francis Train and others assisting. Congratulatory messages were received from different parts of the country. Speeches were made by A. J. Poppleton and others, the day being wound up by a banquet in the evening.
Beverly-Jones showed his new boat-house next and Poppleton knocked a hole in the side with a hammer to show that the lumber was too thin. "If that were my boat-house," he said, "I'd rip the outside clean off it and use shingle and stucco." It was, I noticed, Poppleton's plan first to imagine Beverly-Jones's things his own, and then to smash them, and then give them back smashed to Beverly-Jones.
Poppleton for a moment, he rose, and crossed the little room to Octavia's side. "I must bid you good-afternoon," he said. Octavia did not rise. "Sit down a minute, while aunt Belinda is talking about red-flannel nightcaps and lumbago," she said. "I wanted to ask you something. By the way, what is lumbago?" "Is that what you wished to ask me?" he inquired stiffly. "No. I just thought of that.
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