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What's to become of him?" "But we shall all lay by for him," said my mother, simply, "you as well as Austin. We shall have more to save, if we have more to spend." "Ah, save! that is easily said; there would be a pleasure in saving, then," said the Captain, mournfully. "And what's to become of me?" cried Squills, very petulantly.
I had breakfasted and dined with him pretty often; I had presented Squills to him, who no sooner set eyes upon that splendid conformation than he described his character with the nicest accuracy, as the necessary consequence of such a development for the rosy pleasures of life.
The next moment her delight was great at the flower-stands, which Mr. Froggatt had kindly left full of primulas, squills, and crocuses; and when she looked out from the back room into the little garden, where Mr. Froggatt's horticultural tastes had long found their sole occupation, and saw turf, green laurels, and bunches of snowdrops and crocuses, she forgot all Stella's launch!
"And he used to be so fond of music, dear boy!" observed my mother, with a sigh. "Good gracious, what noise is that?" "Your son's pop-gun against the window," said my father. "It is lucky it is only the window; it would have made a less deafening noise, though, if it had been Mr. Squills's head, as it was yesterday morning." "The left ear," observed Squills; "and a very sharp blow it was too.
'I did not reach Oxford until Friday morning, and then I sent Francis to see the balloon fly, but could not go myself. I staid at Oxford till Tuesday, and then came in the common vehicle easily to London. I am as I was, and having seen Dr. Brocklesby, am to ply the squills; but, whatever be their efficacy, this world must soon pass away. Let us think seriously on our duty.
"So perhaps," resumed my father, "and not unconformably with sacred records, from one great parent horde came all those various tribes, carrying with them the name of their beloved Asia; and whether they wandered north, south, or west, exalting their own emphatic designation of 'Children of the Land of Light' into the title of gods. "And why the deuce could not they?" asked Mr. Squills.
"Oh," said I, "you agree with Squills, I suppose, and fancy we are all guided by the bumps on our foreheads?" "And the blood in our veins, and our mothers' milk. We inherit other things besides gout and consumption. So you always do as your father tells you! Good boy!" I was piqued. Why we should be ashamed of being taunted for goodness, I never could understand; but certainly I felt humbled.
"Something nice for supper, Kitty, my dear, and the largest punch-bowl. You like punch, Jack?" "Punch, Austin!" said Uncle Jack, putting his handkerchief to his eyes. The Captain pushed aside the dumb-waiter, strode across the room, and shook hands with Uncle Jack; my mother buried her face in her apron, and fairly ran off; and Squills said in my ear, "It all comes of the biliary secretions.
For so costly was the mould in which Uncle Jack and the Anti-Publisher Society had contrived to cast this exposition of Human Error that every bookseller shied at its very sight, as an owl blinks at daylight, or human error at truth. In vain Squills and I, before we left London, had carried a gigantic specimen of the Magnum Opus into the back parlors of firms the most opulent and adventurous.
My father pushed aside his papers, and walked to and fro the room with his hands behind him; but he did not say a word till Mr. Squills was gone. "My dear," then said he to my mother, on whose breast I was leaning my aching ideality "my dear, Pisistratus must go to school in good earnest." "Bless me, Austin! at his age?" "He is nearly eight years old." "But he is so forward."
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