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A tiny little woman in the row ahead of them turned round and smiled faintly at Henrietta. She had a face like a small doll's, a button of a nose and the palest little china-blue eyes imaginable. Nevertheless, this woman was Mrs. Slicer, president of the Federation of Women's Clubs, and those weak eyes had once stared a Governor of a State out of countenance.
Slicer six or seven years ago you remember that Cecil Grainger had such a deuce of a time with. And there was Mrs. Dutton I was a committee to see her, when the old General was alive, to say nothing about a good many women you and I know." Mr. Farwell nodded. "I'm confoundedly sorry if it's so," Mr. Shorter continued, with sincerity. "She has a brilliant future ahead of her.
"I'm going to take a long rest, and the only thing I'm going to invent for the next six months is a new potato slicer." But whether Tom kept his words can be learned by reading the next volume of this series. "Bless my hand towel!" cried Mr. Damon. "I think you are entitled to a rest, Tom." "That's what I say," agreed Ned.
The man at the slicer, having nothing else to do with his eyes, continually observed the comer, but Tess, who was occupied, did not perceive him till her companion directed her attention to his approach. It was not her hard taskmaster, Farmer Groby; it was one in a semi-clerical costume, who now represented what had once been the free-and-easy Alec d'Urberville.
Falconer's would be after another for any mischief, said my hostess. 'But who is this Mr. Falconer? Is Long Bob and he both the same alias? asked a third. 'Why, Bessy, ain't you no better than that damned Slicer, who ought to ha' been hung up to dry this many a year? But to be sure you 'ain't been long in our quarter. Why, every child hereabouts knows Mr. Falconer. Ask Bobby there. 'Who's Mr.
I was aware of a kick in the side as he spoke. 'I tell you what it is, Slicer, said one whose voice I had not yet heard, 'if so be this gentleman's a friend of Long Bob, you just let him alone, I say. I opened my eyes now, and saw before me a tall rather slender man in a big loose dress-coat, to whom Slicer had turned with the words, 'You say! Ha! ha!
'Now I don't want to hurt you, struck in the first, coming nearer, 'but if you gives tongue, I'll make cold meat of you, and gouge your pockets at my leisure, before ever a blueskin can turn the corner. Two or three more came sidling up with their hands in their pockets. 'What have you got there, Slicer? said one of them, addressing the third, who looked like a ticket-of-leave man.
What, to a beggarly old huckster and kidnapper! Why, you penurious slicer of musty bacon you iniquitous dealer in light weights what respect are you entitled to from me? You know who I am and you must bail me. Otherwise never expect, when the time comes, that I shall recognize you as a base relative, or suffer you to show your ferret face in my presence."
Watkin, upon whose lips the passage of words like "as the proverbial ace of spades" was clearly to be seen. "Of course," Mr. Slicer went on, "I couldn't indefinitely hold my coign of vantage, which I relinquished in favor of Mrs. Humphry Ward, to whom at her laughing request George Moore and I gave a leg up.
Slicer six or seven years ago you remember that Cecil Grainger had such a deuce of a time with. And there was Mrs. Dutton I was a committee to see her, when the old General was alive, to say nothing about a good many women you and I know." Mr. Farwell nodded. "I'm confoundedly sorry if it's so," Mr. Shorter continued, with sincerity. "She has a brilliant future ahead of her.
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