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"Perhaps the train can't go any farther, and we can't get to Tarrington." "Oh, can't we go to Grandpa's?" asked Rose, looking as if she could not bear to have such a dreadful thing happen. "I want to go!" "If the train can't go we can get out and walk," suggested Russ. "I like to walk in the snow. If I had some lawn tennis rackets I could make snowshoes for all of us, and we could walk on them."
Vercoe goes to Queen's Club, Mr. Bourne, I advise you, etc. So, 'Toby' evidently has no doubt who's to go there." "Toby" Tucker was our racket professional, and when he spotted a pair for the public-school rackets, Fenton, the master who finally chose the pair, never said "Nay." "Toby" was incorruptible.
But though you have so little regard for my happiness, I still have some for yours. It is not to be done. You and I have had our little game, as I said before, and now we had better put the rackets down and go and rest ourselves." "What rest? Oh, Jack, what rest is there?" "Try somebody else." "Can you tell me to do that!" "Certainly I can. Look at my cousin Adelaide."
It was unoccupied at first, but presently there appeared two girls with rackets and balls and they started to play. One of these arrested my attention violently, as it were. I thought her strikingly interesting and pretty. I could not help gazing at her in spite of the eyes that were watching me, and she was growing on me rapidly.
Balls, tennis rackets, boxes of pet tools, favorite books, everything, in fact, had been thought of and cared for, and at last the eventful day of sailing arrived. A number of friends came to the city to see the Kingsleys off. They sat in the saloon of the big steamer with Mrs.
Grant fell through the ice with his rackets on, and could not have got out without assistance. January 11. Remained all day within quarters. January 12. Went out and met my men about sixteen miles. A tree had fallen on one of them and hurt him very much, which induced me to dismiss a sled and put the loading on the others. January 13.
He looked at the old shops, still there, still selling the same things; the booksellers with school-books, pious works, and the latest novels in one window and photographs of the Cathedral and of the city in the other; the games shop, with its cricket bats, fishing tackle, tennis rackets, and footballs; the tailor from whom he had got clothes all through his boyhood; and the fishmonger where his uncle whenever he came to Tercanbury bought fish.
He took off his mittens and pinched it. "It don't hurt a bit. There isn't a mite of feeling." I gave it a good rubbing, and he soon had feeling enough in it. "That comes from wearing such long ears, my boy." His toes felt numb, and he went to a place that was bare of snow, took off his rackets, and stamped to get some life into his feet.
A dead Jezabel, that seemed to have rotted in the cellars of the School of Arts, was exhibited near a lady in white, the very curious conception of a future great artist*; then a huge shepherd looking at the sea, a weak production, faced a little painting of some Spaniards playing at rackets, a dash of light of splendid intensity.
Parade in the early morning, rackets and billiards during the day, a drive or ride along the Mall in the cool of the evening, and the usual mess dinner these constituted the routine of our uneventful existence.
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