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I have brought you a little out of your way not above a mile or two for fear the robbers should attack me if I was left alone. I had quite forgot you had no cloak. That's your road this mine. Aha! so Rowy Lester is still alive and hearty, the same excellent, wild fellow, no doubt. Give my kindest remembrance to him when you write. Adieu, Sir."
She had achieved a pair of stockings after infinite labor and trouble. They did look rowy, being knit tighter and looser. But Aunt Priscilla gave her a pair of fine merino that she had kept from the ravages of the moths. Miss Recompense declared that she had no one else to knit for.
"But I have never had the honour of seeing you before." "Perhaps my name is not unfamiliar to you," said Walter. "And among my papers I have a letter addressed to you from my uncle Rowland Lester. "God bless me!" cried Sir Peter, "What Rowy! well, indeed I am overjoyed to hear of him. So you are his nephew? Pray tell me all about him, a wild, gay, rollicking fellow still, eh?"
I wouldn't let Mahomet M. Moss have a dollar of mine without giving me his bond. Papa, there will be a row between me and Mr. Mahomet M. Moss, and so it's well to put you on your guard." "What sort of a row, my dear?" "A very rowy row. I don't mean about dollars, for you'll have to manage that just at first.
Always fencing, sa sa! or playing at billiards, or hot in a steeple chace; there was not a jollier, better-humoured fellow in the world than Rowy Lester. "You forget, Sir Peter," said Walter, laughing at a description so unlike his sober and steady uncle, "that some years have passed since the time you speak of." "Ah, and so there have," replied Sir Peter; "and what does your uncle say of me?"
"But I have never had the honour of seeing you before." "Perhaps my name is not unfamiliar to you," said Walter. "And among my papers I have a letter addressed to you from my uncle Rowland Lester. "God bless me!" cried Sir Peter, "What Rowy! well, indeed I am overjoyed to hear of him. So you are his nephew? Pray tell me all about him, a wild, gay, rollicking fellow still, eh?"
I have brought you a little out of your way not above a mile or two for fear the robbers should attack me if I was left alone. I had quite forgot you had no cloak. That's your road this mine. Aha! so Rowy Lester is still alive and hearty, the same excellent, wild fellow, no doubt. Give my kindest remembrance to him when you write. Adieu, Sir."
Always fencing, sa sa! or playing at billiards, or hot in a steeple chace; there was not a jollier, better-humoured fellow in the world than Rowy Lester. "You forget, Sir Peter," said Walter, laughing at a description so unlike his sober and steady uncle, "that some years have passed since the time you speak of." "Ah, and so there have," replied Sir Peter; "and what does your uncle say of me?"
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