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Trapp seated at table before a bowl of bread and milk and wearing a thick blue guernsey tucked inside his trousers, the waist of which reached so high as to reduce his braces to mere shoulder-straps. I could not imagine why he, a man given to perspiration, should add to his garments at this season. Breakfast over, he beckoned me to the door and jerked his thumb towards the lintel.
'Here's a tacker, I said, 'can climb up to the top of Emmanuel's in his sleep, and I've been wasting money and temper on them that won't go up an ord'nary chimbley when they're wideawake, 'ithout I lights a furze-bush underneath to hurry them." "I trust," put in Miss Plinlimmon, aghast, "you are jesting, Mr. Trapp?" "Jesting, ma'am?"
It was one of her own night-gowns. I glanced uneasily towards the bed. Its daintiness frightened me, used as I was to the housekeeping coarse if clean of Mrs. Trapp. "Your prayers first," she whispered. "Don't you know any?" She eyed me anxiously again. "But you are a good boy? Surely you are a good boy? Don't boys say their prayers? They ought to."
Trapp: but at a parting interview, throughout which we both wept copiously, Miss Plinlimmon gave me for souvenir a small Testament with this inscription on the fly-leaf: H. REVEL, from his affectionate friend, A. Plinlimmon. O happy, happy days, when childhood's cares Were soon forgotten! But now, when dear ones all around are still the same, Where shall we be in ten years' time?
As soon, however, as he received this appointment, his manners began to change. He acted as though he were already master, brought disorder and ill-feeling into the monastery, and sorely grieved M. de La Trapp; who, however, looked upon this affliction as the work of Heaven, and meekly resigned him self to it.
Trapp and I were by the door one evening, measuring out the soot, when a man came panting up the alley and rushed past us into the back kitchen without so much as "by your leave." Half a minute later up came the press, and the young officer at the head of them was for pushing past and into the house; but Mr. Trapp blocked the doorway, with Mrs. Trapp full of fight in the rear.
"That's my business," said Mr. Trapp. So Isaac hunted up a belt made of pieces of cork and then was ordered to lash one of the sweeps so that it stuck well outboard. "Now, my lad," said Mr. Trapp, turning to me, "you've been a very good lad 'pon the whole, and I see you fighting with the tackers down 'pon the quay and holding your own.
Scougall's freshly upholstered chairs had all been wrapped in holland coverings pending his return. "Mr. Trapp, Harry, is a a chimney-sweep." "Oh!" said I, somewhat ruefully. "But I had rather be a soldier, Miss Plinlimmon!" She still kept her smile, but I could read in it that my pleading was useless; that the decision really lay beyond her. "Boys will be boys, Mr. Trapp."
Long talked to him through the window and introduced Field when he came along: "Mr. Meadow, Cap'n Charner. I'm showing him bear-tracks and things around the pond." "How do you do, captain?" said Field. "Don't know me in the part of Neptune, eh?" "Oho!" said the captain, glancing aside from the wheel. "It's you, is it? Where's your friend? Trapp," he continued, "you'd better take Mr.
But they can swim, and you can't, and it's wearing your spirit. So here's a chance to larn. I can't larn' ee myself, for the fashion's come up since I was a youngster. Can you swim, Morgan?" Morgan could not; and old Isaac said he couldn't see the use of it if you capsized, it only lengthened out the trouble. "Well, then, you must larn yourself," said Mr. Trapp to me.
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