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There were a great many private jokes, the points of which were obvious to only one or two. Every once in a while some one would say "Number Seven!" and everybody would go off into convulsions of laughter. The vivid young woman called Teeny suddenly shrieked, "How about Friday, the twenty-third?" at Popsy, to Popsy's obvious consternation and confusion.
Now, your mother, Popsy, is a most elegant woman; any one can see that she is a born aristocrat; but I hate 'em, my dear hate 'em! I am one of those who vote for the abolition of the House of Lords. Give me the Commons; no bloated Lords for me. Well, you're a bit took aback, ain't you? Your mother and me we settled things up very tidy while you were sporting in the country.
Dearest was fairly hugging him with delight. "When bigger and better lies are told, we tell them, don't we, Popsy?" "Yes, and try and prove otherwise," Colonel Hampton replied, around his cigar. Then he blew a jet of smoke and spoke to the men in front of him. "I intend paying for my nephew's hospitalization, and for his wife's funeral," he said.
Martin. "Well?" she said. "None of those airs, Popsy." "I want to know what you mean to do," said Maggie, struggling hard to keep her temper.
He said loudly enough for the old man to overhear: "Your father's all right for the present, so you needn't worry. Come downstairs with me. He's to go to sleep now." Jane went in and kissed the bulging bony forehead. "Good night, popsy." "Good night, Jinny dear," he said in a softer voice than she had ever heard from him. "I'm feeling very comfortable now, and sleepy.
Now's your chance to illustrate, popsy." And she smiled charmingly at him. He was greatly softened by her manner and by the wisdom of what she said a wisdom in which, as in a mirror, he recognized with pleasure her strong resemblance to himself. "That wouldn't be a bad idea, Jen," said he after reflection, "IF I could get a guarantee." "But why not do it generously?" urged the girl.
The men, all but Popsy McFarlane, were inspecting Teeny's cool, unrevealing exterior with covert curiosity. She was always an enigma to them. Each man was asking himself why her interest in the mere labelling of this stranger. "He isn't a live Molly and she objects to his being a hearse," laughed Sally. "He must be something between them.
Gertrude had come into Dally's tent to fetch Junkie to her father when Sandy Black and his friends entered, but Junkie had just touched the hot teapot, with the contents of which Mrs Scholtz was regaling herself and husband, and was not in an amiable humour. His outcries were deafening. "Now do hold its dear little tongue, and go to its popsy," said Mrs Scholtz tenderly.
I also suppose that the tension she was under here, this afternoon, was too much for her, and the scheme boomeranged on its originators. Curious case of poetic justice, but I'm sorry you had to be included in it, Doctor." "Attaboy, Popsy!" Dearest enthused. "Now you have them on the run; don't give them a chance to re-form.
Martha was dining with them. She abetted her father. "It's light," said she. "It couldn't harm anybody." "You mustn't touch it, popsy," said Jane. She unthinkingly spoke a little too commandingly. Her father, in a perverse and reckless mood, took Martha's advice. An hour later Dr. Charlton was summoned, and had he not arrived promptly
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