scowley

Updated: June 6, 2025

"I see you speak French." "That ain't French." "No? Then it's something else. Going up there?" "Yes," said Verty. "Fine turkey that. For the old lady?" "Who's the old lady?" "Old Mrs. Scowley a model of the divine sex, sir." "No, it ain't for her," said Verty, smiling. "For Miss Sallianna?" "Who's that?"

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier

It's too long, and besides it would frighten old Scowley " "Sir!" cried Mr. Jinks, ferociously. "And I know Miss Sallianna would scream," said Verty. "I would'nt mind that, though I would'nt for I don't like her she told me a story!" Mr. Jinks flashed out his sword, and brandished it around his head. "Oh, me! you've been scrubbing it!" said Verty, laughing. To describe the terrific rage of Mr.

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier

Jinks cleared his throat Miss Sallianna blushed. "Really " said Mr. Jinks. "What children!" said the lady, with a patronizing air; "Reddy, do you know your lesson?" By which question, Miss Sallianna evidently intended to reduce Miss Redbud to her proper position of child. "Yes, ma'am," said Redbud "and Mrs. Scowley said I might come in here." "With this young man?" "Yes, ma'am.

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier

You promised me a lunch!" "Lunch!" "Yes and I am getting hungry." "When did I promise?" "Yesterday." "Oh now " "You remember; very well. It was to be eaten, you will recollect, on the hill, yonder, to the west, to which our steps were to tend." "Our picnic! Oh, yes! My goodness gracious! how could I forget it! Come on, Reddie come and help me to persuade Mrs. Scowley to undo the preserve-jar."

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier

"Who's he?" asked Mr. Roundjacket, staring. "What!" cried Verty, "don't you know old Scowley?" "No." "She's Redbud's school-master I mean school-mistress, of course; and Mr. Jinks goes to see Miss Sallianna." Roundjacket muttered: "Really, a very extraordinary young man." Then he added, aloud "Why do you think you are in love with Redbud?"

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier

Scowley, laid it at the feet of that awful matron with a smile. "You may have him," said Verty, "I don't want him." "Don't want him!" "No, ma'am I just shot him so on my way to my writing." "Your writing, sir?" said Mrs. Scowley, gazing at Verty with some astonishment "what writing?" "I'm in Mr. Rushton's office, and I write," Verty replied, "but I don't like it much." Mrs.

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier

"I see, sir, that you are not acquainted with this still more divine specimen of the hum I said that once before. Miss Sallianna, sir, is the beautiful sister of the respected Scowley." "And who is here besides, if you please?" said Verty. "A number of charming young ladies, sir.

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier

Jinks, making a very faint effort to get at Verty. "Which shall I do?" "I will murder him!" cried Mr. Jinks, struggling with more energy, from the fact that Ralph had grasped him more tightly. "Jinks! Jinks! you a murderer!" "I have been wronged!" said the champion, brandishing his sword. "Oh, no." "The respectable Mrs. Scowley has been insulted!" "You are mistaken!"

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier