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Laura being the youngest member, her affair came last on the programme: she had to sit and listen to the others, her cheeks hot, her hands very cold. Presently all were done, and then Cupid, who was chairman, called on "a new author, Rambotham, who it is hoped will prove a valuable acquisition to the Society, to read us his maiden effort".
"Well, well, let's call in the cats! By the way, Miss Ra ... Ra ... Rambotham, are you aware that this son of mine is a professed lady-killer?" Laura and Bob went different shades of crimson. "Why has she got so red?" the child asked her mother, in an audible whisper. "Oh, CHUCK it, pater!" murmured Bob in disgust. "Fact, I assure you. Put not your trust in Robert!
"How's that shy little mouse of a girl we had here a month or two ago?" Mr. Shepherd had inquired. "Let me see what was her name again?" To which Miss Isabella had replied: "Well, you know, Robby dear, you really hardly saw her. You had so much to do, poor boy, just when she was here. Her name was Laura Laura Rambotham." And Mrs. Shepherd gently: "Yes, a nice little girl.
But at last, when she was almost sick with suspense, Mary put her tidy head in once more. "Miss Rambotham has been called for." Laura was on her feet before the words were spoken. She sped to the reception-room. Marina, a short, sleek-haired, soberly dressed girl of about twenty, had Godmother's brisk, matter-of-fact manner. She offered Laura her cheek to kiss. "Well, I suppose you're ready now?"
"Carrie Isaacs, what are you laughing like that for?" "It's Laura Rambotham, Miss Snodgrass. She's so funny," spluttered the girl. "What are you doing, Laura?" Laura did not answer. The girl spoke for her. "She said hee, hee! she said it was blue." "Blue? What's blue?" snapped Miss Snodgrass. "That word. She said it was so beautiful ... and that it was blue." "I didn't.
Deftly extracting the volume, she struck up her scales and began to read. This was the day on which, after breakfast, Mrs. Gurley pulverised her with the remark: "A new, and, I must say, extremely interesting, fashion of playing scales, Laura Rambotham! To hold, the forte pedal down, from beginning to end!" Laura was unconscious of having sinned in this way. But it might quite well be so.
"Just look at that Laura Rambotham again, will you?" said Miss Snodgrass in her tart way. "Sulking for all she's worth. What a little fool she is!" "I'm sure I wonder Mrs. Gurley hasn't noticed how badly she's working just now," said Miss Chapman; and her face wore it best-meaning, but most uncertain smile. "Oh, you know very well if Mrs.
"D'you know, Miss Ra ... Ra ... Rambotham" he made as if he could not get her name out "d'you know that I'm a great man for scent? Fact. I take a bath in it every morning." Laura smiled uncertainly, fixed always by the child. "Fact, I assure you. Over the tummy, up to the chin. Now, who's been at it? For it's my opinion I shan't have enough left to shampoo my eyebrows. Bob, is it you?"
But she did not let herself be daunted; she pocketed injuries, pretended not to hear them, played the spaniel to people she despised; and it soon became open talk, that no matter what you said to her, Laura Rambotham would not take offence. You could also rely on her to do a dirty job for you. A horrid little toady was the verdict; especially of those who had no objection to be toadied to.
The pupil-teacher in attendance stepped obediently into the passage; and Laura returned. "Doors are made to be shut, Laura Rambotham, I'd have you remember that!" fumed Miss Day in the same indistinct voice: she was in the grip of a heavy cold, which had not been improved by the draughts of the hall. "I'm sorry, Miss Day. I thought I had. I was a little late."
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