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Updated: June 5, 2025
Certainly the bluntest of these males could see that she was not painted, blackened, dyed, nor chewing gum. Moreover she was in mourning. But she had reckoned without her youth. "Say, kid, what you doin' all alone?" A hand passed familiarly through her arm. Her brain turned somersaults, raced. Should she burst into tears? Turn upon him with a frozen stare? Appeal for help?
He was always running, leaping, jumping, climbing, turning cartwheels and somersaults, vaulting fences and “chinning” himself unexpectedly whenever he came to a doorway. “Oh, Masther Billy, ’tis the choild that you are!” Granny would say, twinkling. “Yes, ma’am,” Billy would answer.
The projectile is shaped like a rolling pin, though it is much larger. In each end, or handle of the shell, is a cap, which explodes as the handle strikes the ground. As the projectile somersaults as it travels, one handle or the other is sure to hit the earth, so there are no "duds" that I saw among these shells.
Just picture to yourself, my dear, one such innocent eight or nine years old, a little lad whose blood bubbles over like champagne, who sees the sun shining through the windows, who hears the boisterous mirth of his comrades outside as they play at ball, and would give anything to run away himself and romp and wrestle and turn somersaults; fancy such a one obliged to remain shut up in a room, fettered by a string of thread or cotton, and made to move his hands up and down just as if he were some stupid machine; fancy him fidgeting first on one leg and then on another, and waiting, waiting for the end of the interminable skein!
He inhaled the air, tasting it critically as a connoisseur tastes a vintage, and prolonging the expiration with hygienic gusto. He counted the little flecks of cloud along the sky. He followed the movements of the birds round the church tower making long sweeps, hanging poised, or turning airy somersaults in fancy, and beating the wind with imaginary pinions.
But hockey did not interest Quiz; for though he could almost sleep on a bicycle without falling over, when he put on a pair of skates you might have thought that he was trying to turn somersaults or describe interrogation-points in the air. It was a little cold for rowing, though Quiz pulled a very decent oar, and the shell would hardly go through the ice at an interesting speed.
The unicorn said nothing; he simply lowered his head, and with his golden horn tossed Fritz three hundred and forty-five feet in the air. Up went Fritz like a sky-rocket, and down he came like its stick, turning somersaults all the way. Fortunately for him, his fall was broken by the branches of one of the dead trees. If it had not been for this he would probably have been seriously hurt.
After a succession of somersaults, he arrived at the fore end of the vessel wide awake, but in a state of distraction. He called to the look-out man to point out the light he had reported, and a deep, sepulchral voice came from a tall figure robed in white, warning the officer of approaching disaster because of his neglect of duty.
There were several somersaults and collisions, and plenty of laughter. A quarter of an hour later we were all at the hotel, where luncheon had been ordered. We were all cold and hungry; it was warm inside the hotel, and the meal smelt good. When luncheon was over the landlord of the hotel asked me to go into a small drawing-room, where a surprise awaited me.
Johann Fabula turned not one but three somersaults all across the floor, and then three back again; and then stood straight on his legs again before Timar. "There! now I am all right again. All that money belongs to me." He came six times that day to pay a visit to Timar.
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