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Updated: June 11, 2025
Bellew heartily wished that sunbonnets had never been thought of. "But you did you know, Auntie, an' so that was why I went out an' found my Uncle Porges for you, so that he " But here, Mistress Anthea, for all her pride and stateliness, catching her gown about her, fairly ran on down the path and never paused until she had reached the cool, dim parlour.
Sometimes I'm 'fraid my prayers can't quite manage to get up to you 'cause of the clouds, an' wind, but to-night there isn't any, so, if they do reach you, please Oh! please let me find the fortune, and, if you don't mind, let him come back to me, dear Lord, I mean my Uncle Porges, you know. An' now that's all, dear Lord, so Amen!"
So just take a turn at the lee braces, and keep your weather eye lifting, for you may be sure of this, if the storm does come, it will bring the Money Moon with it." Then, having bidden Small Porges a cheery "Good-night" Bellew went out to walk among the roses. And, as he walked, he watched the flying wrack of clouds above his head, and listened to the wind that moaned in fitful gusts.
"Because, like a Prince in a fairy tale, I'm er rather anxious to live happy ever after." "Oh!" said Small Porges, turning this over in his mind, "I never thought of that." "Marriage is a very important institution, you see, my Porges, especially in this case, because I can't possibly live happy ever after, unless I marry first now can I?" "No, I s'pose not!"
And then, all at once the tears welled up into his eyes hot, and scalding, and a great sob burst from him, for it seemed to him that his beloved Uncle Porges had failed him at the crucial moment, had left him solitary just when he needed him most.
"Thanks," said he, shaking his head, "but I rather think I'll stay here, and er help Adam to to look after things, if you don't mind." "Then, 'Good-bye!" said Anthea, and, nodding to Adam, he gave the mare her head, and off they went. "Good-bye!" cried Small Porges, "an' thank you for the shilling Uncle Porges."
Oh, Master Porges, Master Porges, have you not yet enough of rods white or black? Look how the rascal wags the thing. Why, hark, child, he has set them singing." The shrill voices, in effect, rose and fell along the devious ways of a litany to Master Porges' household gods. Mention has already been made of his curiosity in these commodities.
But Small Porges had seen, and stood aghast, and Miss Priscilla had seen, and now hurried forward with a quick tap, tap of her stick. As she came, Anthea raised her head, and looked for one who should have been there, but was not.
He was perched at the great oak table beside the window, pen in hand, and within easy reach of Anthea who sat busied with her daily letters and accounts. Small Porges was laboriously inscribing in a somewhat splashed and besmeared copy-book the rather surprising facts that: A stitch in time, saves nine. 9. That: The Tagus, a river in Spain. and that: Artaxerxes was a king of the Persians.
But Small Porges only sighed, and shook his head in hopeless dejection. "Does she know you're going, I mean my Auntie Anthea?" "Oh yes, she knows, Porges." "Then I s'pose that's why she was crying so, in the night " "Crying?" "Yes; she's cried an awful lot lately, hasn't she?
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