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Updated: June 8, 2025
Luckily, the party distributed itself in two carriages, and though I could not resist the fair Menela's "Come with me, Mr. Starr," fortunately the L.C.P. jumped in with Tibe, whose mood was so obstreperous that clearly he did not find canal life relaxing.
"You can all call him Alb," said Starr. "We shall probably never have the pleasure of knowing him on land, so why stumble over Dutch names or titles? He has come on board 'Lorelei' to be our skipper, hasn't he? So he would probably prefer to be called 'Skipper." Starr leaned down to pat Tibe, shaking all over. "Ha, ha, ha!" he gasped.
Nell had torn her dress on a barbed-wire fence which shut us away from the only spot of green on the hideous island; Tibe had unfortunately eaten part of what Mr. Starr said was an Early Christian egg; I had wrenched my ankle badly on a bit of banana peel; Lady MacNairne's smart coat was spoilt by some mud which a small Urkian boy had thrown at her, and Mr.
We should have lingered looking at the cheeses and sniffing dairy smells, but suddenly a tidal wave of tourists from an excursion steamer swept in, swamped us, and swallowed Tibe.
As she sat down, making a footstool of Tibe, and displaying two exquisitely shod feet in brand new suède shoes, Miss Rivers appeared, pale and interesting. "I do hope you're better, my poor child," purred the Chaperon. "Oh, thank you, dear Lady MacNairne, I shall be quite right now we've started."
We admired Hoorn as it is, but it would break their hearts if they could see it, given up to cheese, and only of importance in the cheese world. We were not in the Museum long, but Mr. Starr had suffered tortures meanwhile, and looked ten years older when we came out. Tibe had been asleep on the floor of the tonneau while we were in the market-place before lunch, so nobody had seen him.
It was ten o'clock when I got them all including Tibe into the car; indeed, it always seems to be exactly ten o'clock when we start on any excursion, even when it has been decided over night that we should set off promptly at nine.
You oughtn't to mind. You're used to looking after him." I took a step toward her; but she stooped down and framed the ugly pansy of Tibe's face between her little hands. "Tibe, what do you say to him?" she asked. Tibe wagged his tail. While he was wagging, the others came in. Their looks of radiant new happiness changed to surprise at sight of my companion.
We squeezed in, anyhow, except Jonkheer Brederode, who sat on the box to tell the driver how to go, his cap pulled over his eyes, as if it were pouring with rain, instead of being the most brilliant moonlight night; and Tibe sat on all our laps at once.
She'll be alone in the world with Tibe if you refuse to sacrifice yourself in this way for her." Nell's face was now white and set. I felt a brute; but what was I to do? For the sake of every one concerned, I couldn't have the L.C.P. exposed, or be exposed myself, and the trip broken up at the last, in contumely for all. I hung on her lips. "Where is Jonkheer Brederode?" she asked.
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