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The usual, sign had been replaced by a shorter one: "S. Trapp. Gone Driving." "If folks," said he, "ha'n't the foresight to get swept afore Midsummer, I don't humour 'em." "Are are you really going for a drive, sir?" I stammered. "To be sure I am. I drive every day in the summer. What do you suppose?" "It won't be a chaise and pair, sir?" I hazarded, though even this would not have surprised me.
Trapp I was bound, early next week, before the magistrates sitting in petty sessional division, to serve him and to receive from him proper sustenance and clothing until the age of twenty-one. Mr. Scougall arrived in time to pilot me through these formalities and hand me over to Mr.
"That's not all; you must be my advocate in another quarter. I'm over head and ears in love with Juliet Trevor Trapp & Trevor W. I. Goods, wholesale. You know the firm?" "Like a book." "I want you to see the girl and the old people; I haven't confidence to propose in person. You can do it for me?" "With all my heart. I give you joy of the clerkship and the girl they're yours."
I could tell, too, of the great November Fair in the Market Place, and the rejoicings on the King's Jubilee, when I paid a halfpenny to go inside the huge hollow bonfire built on the Hoe: but all this would keep me from my story for which I must hark back to Miss Plinlimmon. Trapp put into my hands a letter addressed in the familiar Italian hand to "H. Revel, residing with Mr.
"Stand by!" says the officer to his men. "And you, sir, what the devil do you mean by setting yourself in the way of his Majesty's Service?" "An Englishman's house," said Mr. Trapp, "is his castle." "D'ye hear that?" screamed Mrs. Trapp. "An Englishman's house," repeated Mr. Trapp slowly, "is his castle. The storms may assail it, and the winds whistle round it, but the King himself cannot do so."
Mothers and children accompany the men, although they have for the most part to walk in the gutters. It is great sport to fall out and watch the whole mighty procession go by, and then, by taking a short cut, again to station one's self at the head. Stand at a street-corner, and it will take hours for the whole to pass you. Trapp, trapp! Trapp, trapp!
"I have used my best endeavours. Yes, though I say it to his face, you will really if careful to appeal to his better instincts find him one of Nature's gentlemen." Mr. Trapp broke into a grin of relief; almost you could say that he heaved a sigh. "Oh, that's all?" said he. "Why, Lord love ye, ma'am, I've been called that myself before now!" So to Mr.
God how weary they look! Their legs are like lead from going up and down so many stairs. Each has a bundle of papers under her arm, as a sign of her calling. Trapp, trapp, trapp, trapp! On they go, with a slow, deliberate step. Whither? Where Pelle wills. "Brother, soon will dawn the day!" One hears the song over and over again; when one division has finished it the next takes it up.
Trapp and I used to take our walk together around the ramparts, between church and dinner-time, after listening to the Royal Marine Band as it played up George Street and Bedford Street on the way from service in St. Andrew's Church. A young officer of the 'th Regiment once put this indignity upon Mrs. Trapp, in Southside Street. The day was a wet one, and the gutter ran with liquid mud. Mrs.
"I guess most anybody'd done it, stranger," answered Trapp. "Like's you'd be done by, you know, ef you'd ha' been me, wouldn't you?" "No, I'll be hanged if I would!" broke out Field. "But look here, friends: you think he threw me down. He did not: I jumped off myself. He did not touch me."
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