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This not being quite convenient, Sir Harry gave him an order on 'Cabbage and Co. for three suits of clothes, and acquiesced in his taking a massive silver soup-tureen, on which, beneath the many quartered Scattercash arms, Mr.
'You go with me, Orlando, said Lady Scattercash to our friend Bugles, recollecting the quantity of diachylon plaster it had taken to repair the damage of his former equestrian performance. 'You go with me, Orlando, said she, 'in the phaeton; and I'll lend Lucy, nodding towards Miss Glitters, 'my habit and horse.
M'Collop calls Anne of Denmark a 'sad scattercash' and Mary an 'awfu' gadabout, and I am inclined to agree with her. By the way, when she was making my bed this morning, she told me that her mother claimed descent from the Stewarts of Appin, whoever they may be. She apologised for Queen Mary's defects as if she were a distant family connection.
It was otherwise, however, with the rising generation, who were up betimes, and began pouring in upon Nonsuch House in every species of garb, on every description of steed, by every line and avenue of approach. 'Halloo! what's up now? exclaimed Lady Scattercash, as she caught view of the first batch rounding the corner to the front of the house.
'Lucy Glitters, to be sure, replied Bob, who hadn't had his stare out of the billiard-room window for nothing. 'Pity her, observed Bouncey, sprawling along the billiard-table to play for a cannon. 'Why? asked Lady Scattercash. 'Reg'lar scamp, replied Bouncey, vexed at missing his stroke. 'Dare say you know nothing about him, snapped her ladyship.
'That Bob don't cannon? observed Captain Bouncey from below the bandage that encircled his broken head, nodding towards Bob Spangles, who was just going to make a stroke. 'That Wax is out of limbo? suggested Captain Seedeybuck, in the same breath. 'No. Guess again! exclaimed Lady Scattercash, rubbing her hands in high glee. 'That the Pope's got a son? observed Captain Quod. 'No.
Nay, not content with giving him the goods, many of the poor demented creatures actually paraded their folly at their doors in new deal packing-cases, flourishingly directed 'TO SIR HARRY SCATTERCASH, BART., NONSUCH HOUSE, &c. By Express Train. In some cases they even paid the carriage. And here, in the midst of love, luxury, and fox-hunting, let us for a time leave our enterprising friend, Mr.
'Oh, nought's never in danger! observed Bob Spangles. 'Then you can go, Bob, snapped his sister. 'I intend, replied Bob. The proposition fell still-born among the party. 'Don't you think we can do without him? at last suggested Captain Seedeybuck. 'I think so, observed the elder Spangles, without looking up from his plate. 'Who is it? asked Lady Scattercash.
'You ask him, then, rejoined Miss Howard, who didn't care to risk another rub. 'Peter, said Lady Scattercash to the footman, who had been loitering about, listening to the conversation, 'Peter, go and ask that tall boy with the blue neckerchief and the riband round his hat to come in. 'Yes, my lady, replied Peter. 'The Raws won't come. Sir H., observed Miss Howard soberly.
The Sponges for our friend married Lucy shortly after the steeple-chase stayed at Nonsuch House until the bailiffs walked in. Sir Harry then bolted to Boulogne, where he shortly afterwards died, and Bugles very properly married my lady. They are now living at Wandsworth; Mr. Bugles and Lady Scattercash, very 'much thought of' as Bugles says. Although Mr.
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