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As usual she was humming to herself. 'Why on earth did you come out in this weather? Midmore asked. 'It was worse when you were in town. The rain's taking off now. If it wasn't for that pond, I wouldn't worry so much. There's Sidney's bell. Come on! She broke into a run. A cracked bell was jangling feebly down the valley. 'Keep on the road! Midmore shouted.
Fortunately there were no chimney-pots on that particular chimney It had a wide opening, and Turly got his head out at the top. "Oh!" said Terry, with her head in the grate, "I hope it won't get all wet, and flop!" "Rain's over!" shouted Turly. "I've got such a splendid view! Walsh and Lally and a whole pack of them are running down the avenue; going to look for us, I suppose. Hullo!
Soon as this rain's over, I'm goin' to cash in my face fer two dollars a day with the Sunset. Feller over there wants me bad fer atmosphere in a pitcher he's goin' to make of the Figy Islands. Feller claims he can clothe me in a nigger wig and a handful of grass and get more atmosphere, by cripes, to the square inch " Rosemary gasped and bolted for the kitchen.
'Jolly sort of lodgings, said Mark, rubbing his nose with the knob at the end of the fire-shovel, and looking round the poor chamber; 'that's a comfort. The rain's come through the roof too. That an't bad. A lively old bedstead, I'll be bound; popilated by lots of wampires, no doubt. Come! my spirits is a-getting up again. An uncommon ragged nightcap this. A very good sign. We shall do yet!
'I won't forget, Charlotte. 'Guy! Where's Guy? called Mr. Edmonstone. 'The rain's going off. You must come down, both of you, or you'll be too late. Mrs. Edmonstone hastened to call Amabel.
He could distinguish his friend's place from afar on account of the colossal plaster statue of the 'Vintaging Girl, the once successful exhibit of the Salon, for which there had not been sufficient space in the narrow ground-floor studio. Thus it was rotting out in the open like so much rubbish shot from a cart, a lamentable spectacle, weather-bitten, riddled by the rain's big, grimy tears.
Pendyce should have chosen this moment to come up was as though Providence, that knoweth all things, knew the natural thing for Mr. Pendyce to do. "Afternoon, Squire. Dry weather; rain's badly wanted. I'll get no feed if this goes on." Mr. Pendyce answered: "Afternoon, Peacock. Why, your fields are first-rate for grass."
Cicely did, however, miss his care, for the Queen could not but be engrossed by her various cicerones and attendants, and it was no one's especial business to look after the young girl over the rough descent to the dripping well called Roger Rain's House, and the grand cathedral-like gallery, with splendid pillars of stalagmite, and pendants above.
They must a made some hyar in the mud, while toatin' thar things to the dug-out. The durned rain's washed 'em out every footmark o' 'em." "But the horses? what of them? They could not have gone off in the canoe?" "I war just thinkin' o' them. The one you seed with Stebbins must a been hired, I reck'n; an' from Kipp's stables.
When she was a little child flittin' about like a wild creature, and she'd come in drenched to the skin, it was all I could do to catch her and change her clothes. She'd laugh at me. 'We're meant to be wet once in a while, Phrasie, she'd say; 'that's what the rain's for, to wet us.
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