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For the four-poster bed had been a fine one, good work in sound old timber, before the bits in the girder had driven it into the wall; and the green pram must have been the dowry of no ordinary, doll, but one with the best yellow curls whose blue eyes could move. One blue columbine close by mourned alone for the garden.
He went out with Cope and Hayward on March 29 to get his sledge and brought it as far as Pram Point, on the south side of Hut Point. He had to leave the sledge there owing to the condition of the sea-ice. He and his companions lived an uneventful life under primitive conditions at the hut. The weather was bad, and though the temperatures recorded were low, the young sea-ice continually broke away.
Seated in the pram, I watched in the clear stream, the caution with which some of the salmon approached the fly, and after darting away from it, returned and sported round it, as if perfectly aware of the deceitful manner by which the hook was hid; but in a reckless moment, just as the fly was moved along the top of the water, resembling the living insect with such exactitude that I could be deceived, they would make a sullen plunge, and then as if aware of the foolish act they had committed, secure their death by running away with the whole line before they could possibly feel the hook.
"There's Captain Middleton with William," Tony said suddenly. "Perhaps he has some money." Meg paled and crimsoned, and with hands that trembled started to push the pram at a great pace. The man went back to his car, and Tony, regardless of Meg's call to him, ran to meet William and Miles. The back wheels of the car had sunk deeply into the soft wet turf. It refused to budge. Miles came up.
Then we roared laughing at each other. I certainly was a drowned rat, but Norah wasn't much better, as she'd slipped nearly into the hole herself, in pulling the pram off me. But when we'd laughed, the first thought was 'How are we going to dodge Mrs. Lister! It was a nasty problem!" "What did you do?" "Well, after consultation we got up near the house, planting the pram in some trees.
Little Fay descended from her pram just before they reached it, declaring it was a "nice dly place to walk." She ran on a little ahead, and before Meg realised what she was doing, she had scrambled up on to the top of the low wall and run briskly along it till her progress was stopped by a man who was leaning over immersed in thought.
P was the first to get his rod together, and selecting a particular fly that he had considered as "a certain killer," jumped into his pram. The men who row these prams are generally Norwegians, born on the banks of the river, and knowing pretty well under what rocks, or in what eddy, the salmon abound.
I don't know how many Norah turned but when Dad and I got to the spot she was sitting on a thick mat of grass, laughing like one o'clock, and the pram was about half a mile away on the flat with its wheels in the air! We quite reckoned you were killed." "Yes, and Dad made me promise not to go down that hill again," said Norah ruefully. "It was a horrid nuisance!"
Charming domestic interior, happy fireside clime, flag of our union fluttering from the patent clothes-line! Futurist painting of Young Artist Pushing a Pram! Don't look at me with such an agonized expression of the ears, Peter!" But Peter had no answering smile. His face had changed, and there was that in his eyes which gave Hemingway pause.
"Never said it wasn't," said Jim somewhat abashed by the laughter that ensued. "But that was ages ago. It was yours at this time, anyhow. But only the lower storey was left just the floor of the pram on three wheels. Norah used to sit on this thing and push herself along with two sticks, like rowing on dry land." "It was no end of fun," said Norah. "You could go!" "You could," grinned Jim.
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