Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
There was no amusement when her story was told; but a collection was made, and that was more to the point. One of the subalterns knew of Georgie Porgie's whereabouts, but not of his marriage. So he told Georgina and she went her way joyfully to the north, in a railway carriage where there was rest for tired feet and shade for a dusty little head.
The Bride and the Bridegroom came out into the verandah after dinner, in order that the smoke of Georgie Porgie's cheroots might not hang in the new drawing-room curtains. 'What is that noise down there? said the Bride. Both listened. 'Oh, said Georgie Porgie, 'I suppose some brute of a hillman has been beating his wife. 'Beating his wife! How ghastly! said the Bride.
When all our troops are back from Burma there will be a proverb in their mouths, 'As thrifty as a Burmese wife, and pretty English ladies will wonder what in the world it means. The headman of the village next to Georgie Porgie's post had a fair daughter who had seen Georgie Porgie and loved him from afar.
"Ambitions are queer things," Aunt Dressie thoughtfuled. "Now, you mightn't think it, but I want to be a steeple climber." "You take Porgie off my hands, and he'll help you " "Oh, no, child, every lassie has her laddie and you saw him first." Warble sighed. Thus was she always thrown at Porgie's head. Fate, like a sluicing torrent carried her ever on. Beware, beware, the rapids are below you!
When news went abroad that the Englishman with the heavy hand who lived in the stockade was looking for a housekeeper, the headman came in and explained that, for five hundred rupees down, he would entrust his daughter to Georgie Porgie's keeping, to be maintained in all honour, respect, and comfort, with pretty dresses, according to the custom of the country.
The actual flight and an idea that he might have been treacherous hurt severely at the time, but as soon as the big steamer was well out into the blue, things were easier, and Georgina's face, and the queer little stockaded house, and the memory of the rushes of shouting dacoits by night, the cry and struggle of the first man that he had ever killed with his own hand, and a hundred other more intimate things, faded and faded out of Georgie Porgie's heart, and the vision of approaching England took its place.
No race, men say who know, produces such good wives and heads of households as the Burmese. When the next detachment tramped by on the war-path the Subaltern in Command found at Georgie Porgie's table a hostess to be deferential to, a woman to be treated in every way as one occupying an assured position.
An Englishman stopped her, in the twilight, just at the turn of the road into Sutrain, saying, 'Good Heavens! What are you doing here? He was Gillis, the man who had been Georgie Porgie's assistant in Upper Burma, and who occupied the next post to Georgie Porgie's in the jungle. Georgie Porgie had applied to have him to work with at Sutrain because he liked him.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking