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An audacious boy proclaimed Kit Ines a man of Kent. Why, of course he was! and that was why the Earl of Fleetwood backed our cocky Kitty, and means to land him on the top of his profession. Ben Todds was shuffled aside; as one of their Londoners, destitute of county savour. All very well, but have a spy at Benny Todds. Who looks the square man?
He passed Browns, Todds, Bateses, chasing a white hen that had somehow escaped her confines, but in front of Joneses he suddenly became aware of the blue car that stood in front of the parsonage. It had come to life and was throbbing. It was backing toward him and going to turn around.
Alice had a grand time at the Todds'; all the men fell in love with her one in particular, a young chap named Fayette, quite threw himself at her feet. Montague was left with the task of finding these things out for himself, for his brother devoted himself exclusively to Betty Wyman.
The meeting of the blue and scarlet coaches drew forth Old England's thunders; and when the costly treasures contained in them popped out heads, the moment was delirious. Kit Ines came after his head on a bound. Ben Todds was ostentatiously deliberate: his party said he was no dancing-master.
He might have gone on and presented me to his friends the Todds had I not disengaged myself and turned to my fiancée with a hand outstretched. "Look out for Blossom," she warned me, hardly more than touching my finger-tips. "Blossom always snaps at strangers." Blossom justified the statement by barking viciously at me.
Well, by and by Lonesome Huckleberries' shanty hove in sight, and I was glad to see it, although I had to answer a million questions about Lonesome and his history. I told the Todds that, so fur as nationality was concerned he was a little of everything, like a picked-up dinner; principally Eyetalian and Portugee, I cal'late, with a streak of Gay Head Injun.
Like an old Roman, the man of the sheer hulk with purple eyemounds found his legs to do the manful thing, show that there was no bad blood, stand equal to all forms. Ben Todds, if ever man in Old England, looked the picture you might label 'Bellyful, it was remarked. Kit Ines had an appearance of springy readiness to lead off again.
This one was the property of the Lester Todds, and the main purpose it served was to carry them upon their various hunting trips; its equipment included such luxuries as a French laundry, a model dairy and poultry-yard, an ice-machine and a shooting-gallery. And here lay the Brunnhilde, the wonderful new toy of old Waterman.
"And you say the grandmother does sewing?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey. "I must look her up, and perhaps I can give her work. We won't forget the Todds." "But can I help Tommy buy a ship and go to look on the desert island for his father?" Freddie demanded. "I'll see about it," promised Mr. Bobbsey, with a smile. The train rumbled on. Some passengers got off, and others came on board.
The scoring of a proposition of Euclid on the forehead of Potts amused him and the other gentleman, who was hailed 'Mallard! and cared nothing for problems involving the female of man when such work was to the fore as the pugilistic encounter of the Earl of Fleetwood's chosen Kit Ines, with Lord Brailstone's unbeaten and well-backed Ben Todds.
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