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We thought we'd carry up their supper to 'em "'Supper, says Timothy, 'in the house o' the Lord? "Then Mis' Toplady spunks up some. "'Why, yes, she says; 'I'm goin' to milk the Jersey an' take up the two pails. "Timothy waves his barked arm in the air. "'Never! s'e. 'Never. We elders'll never consent to that, not in this world! "At that we all stood around sort o' pinned to the air.
Admission of inferiority was so unexpected a thing on Miss Tomalin's lips, that her interlocutor glanced at her. Mrs. Toplady, in her corner of the railway carriage, seemed to be smiling over a newspaper article. "The feeling must be very transitory," said Dymchurch, with humorous arch of brows. "Oh, it doesn't trouble me very often.
With the first gleam of daylight, he flung himself out of his hot, uncomfortable bed, and hastened to be a clothed mortal once more. He felt better as soon as he had dressed himself and opened the window. The night with its terrible hauntings was a thing gone by. At breakfast he thought fixedly of Iris Woolstan. Perhaps Iris had not seen Mrs. Toplady yet.
"Blisterin' Benson!" he said ruefully, "it's ha'-past six, an' me late with the chores again. I'm hauled an' sawed if it hain't always ha' past six. They don't seem to be no times in between." "Mr. Toplady," I said boldly, "let us get up a surprise party on Calliope Marsh you and Mrs. Toplady and me."
A silence fell between them. Lashmar's amorous countenance had an under-note of thoughtfulness; Iris, smiling blissfully, none the less reflected. "What are you thinking of?" he asked, gently. "Only how happy I am. I haven't the slightest fear. I know you have great things before you. Of course we must make use of our friends. May I write to Mrs. Toplady, and tell her?"
It goes without saying that she does not know I am having this conversation with you." "I think, Mrs. Toplady," said Dyce, with deliberation, "that you had better tell me, if you will, exactly what you have heard from Miss Tomalin. We shall be more sure of understanding each other." "That's easily done.
Toplady may be a little late; we must keep a chair for her. Which do you prefer? Isn't it admirably managed? This big tree will give shade all the time. Suppose we take these chairs? Of course we needn't sit down at once. Put your cane across two, and I'll tie my handkerchief on the third. There! Now we're safe. Did you ever see an open-air play before? Charming idea, isn't it?
Therefore she had never entertained the thought of seriously devoting herself to his cause, but was content to play with it until something more piquant should claim her attention. Mrs. Toplady had always wished for the coming of the very hero, the man without fear, without qualm, who should put our finicking civilisation under his feet.
It seemed rill home-like, with the two big stoves a-goin', an' the floor back of 'em piled up with the chunks Peleg Bemus had sawed for nothin'. Everything was all redded up, waitin' for the pews. "Timothy Toplady was puttin' out his middle finger stiff here an' there on the plaster.
"Eb led us past the vault where Obe Toplady, Timothy's father, lays in a stone box you can see through the grating tiptoe; an' round by the sample cement coffin that sets where the drives meet for advertisin' purposes, an' you go by wonderin' whose it'll be, an' so on over toward the Old Part o' the cemetery, down the slope of the hill where everybody's forgot who's who or where they rest, an' no names, so.
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