Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 18, 2025
"They're not taking to-day, that's it," he muttered sadly to himself; "but come, cheer up, old fellow, and try a new fly." Thus encouraged by himself, Mr Sudberry selected a large blue fly with a black head, red wings, and a long yellow tail. It was a gorgeous, and he thought a tempting creature; but the trout were evidently not of the same opinion.
"Only think, ma'am," said Mrs Brown, who was not usually judicious in her remarks, "only think if they've been an' fell hover a precipice." "Shocking!" exclaimed poor Mrs Sudberry, with a little shriek, as she clapped her hands on her eyes. "Poor Jacky, ma'am, p'raps 'e's lyin' hall in a mangled 'eap at the foot of a "
Mrs Sudberry had expected to find this Highland gentleman a very poor and proud sort of man, with a rough aspect, a superabundance of red hair, and, possibly, a kilt.
"Do let me go off alone, father," urged George; "I am as fresh as possible, and could run over the hills until I should fall in with " "Don't mention it, George; I feel that our only hope is to keep together. Poor Peter! what will become of that boy?" Mr Sudberry became almost, desperate as he thought of the small clerk. He started up. "Come, we must keep moving.
I should like to recover breath, and hear what you have to say in favour of this temporary expatriation, I had almost said, of your family." "Well, then, here goes for the pros," cried Mr Sudberry, while a gleam of excitement shot from his eyes, and his clinched hand came heavily down on the table. "The sixteenth cup as near as possible," observed his wife, languidly.
That amiable child was still sound asleep; but in a few minutes he was heard to utter an uneasy squall, and then George discovered that he had deposited part of his rotund person in a puddle of water. "Come, let us move on," said Mr Sudberry, "the rain gets heavier. It is of no use putting off time, we cannot be much damper than we are."
Accustomed though he was to nervous shocks, the small clerk leaped with more than ordinary tremor off his stool on this occasion, picked up the paper, laid it at his master's elbow, and sat down again, prepared to look out nautically speaking for more squalls. Mr Sudberry seized a quill, dabbed it into the ink-bottle, and split it.
The loch was upwards of three miles in length; before the party had gone half the distance Mr Sudberry senior had sung himself quite hoarse, and Master Sudberry junior had leaped three-quarters of his length out of the boat six times, and in various other ways had terrified his poor mother almost into fits, and imperilled the lives of the party more than once.
He was a confidential clerk, and much respected by the firm of Sudberry and Company. In fact, it was generally understood that the business could not get on without him. His caution was a most salutary counteractive to Mr Sudberry's recklessness. As for "Co," he was a sleeping partner, and an absolute nonentity.
Mr John Sudberry was a successful London merchant. He was also a fat little man. Moreover, he was a sturdy little man, wore spectacles, and had a smooth bald head, over which, at the time we introduce him to the reader, fifty summers had passed, with their corresponding autumns, winters, and springs.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking