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Let him think as he may, reason as he may, one thing is certain, he will water the tree. But between this and night he will begin his changed career with a very natural precaution for him." "What is that?" "He will fetch a priest to cast out the tree's devil. You are such a humorous race and don't suspect it." "Will he tell the priest?" "No.
"The honors are yours," said Dick as politely as he could, "but tell me what has become of my brother." "He is being taken to the other side of the river," said the voice of Bright Sun over Pine Tree's shoulder, "and he and you will be kept apart until we decide what to do with you. It was foolish in you to attempt to escape. I had warned you."
Soon after, a blackbird came flying and perched on one of the tree's thickest branches. He flapped his wings and then rubbed his beak against the branch. "You're welcome," said the apple-tree. She knew that the blackbird always did like that, after he had been eating, and she was a courteous tree, when no one offended her. "Thank you," said the blackbird and went on rubbing his beak.
"What price, Waller R. A. now?" thought Carnaby impishly. "The plum tree in moonlight! eh? Wouldn't he give his eyes to see it! But he won't! Not if I know it!" The boy was as blind to the tree's beauty as his grandmother had been, but he had scientific ideas how to cut it down, for he had watched the felling of many a tree.
The old tree's variety never staled; it had mainmast, foremast, top-gallant mast, and he could always come down by the halyards or ropes of the swing.
He did not wish the vexed question to be raised again at a meal. "It was practically settled but it's all off now," said the boy, looking hard at his grandmother. "Waller R. A. won't want the place any more. The bloomin' plum tree's gone cut down. The bargain's off, and old Mrs. Prettyman can stay on in her cottage as long as she likes!"
By a perversity of will he thrust it entirely out of his head, as though it did not exist, unwilling to spoil the effect of its final realization. For a full minute Bobby stood in the centre of the stage, his sturdy legs spread apart, his hands clasped tight behind him, his eyes blinking at the splendour. Finally he sighed. "My, that tree's just just scrumptious!" he breathed.
Everybody, from your father and Bradby down to Bryce and ourselves, has taken it for granted that a tree's vital to the solution." "Isn't it?" Cumshaw queried quickly. I shook my head. "Not in the least," I said.
"I told you a tree was a noun which is a very different thing." "If a tree's a noun, a noun's a tree or should be, and if 'tain't, then grammar's foolish and I don't want none of it " "That sentence is execrable grammar, Diana, because two negatives make a positive hence when you say 'you don't want none, it really means that you do want some " "I don't care!" she said in her sullen fashion.
We have never said that the plays of Shakespeare or Phillips are tiresome, or that Mr Tree's scenery is not beautiful because it is too pretty, but have hinted that it is sometimes too academically or conventionally pretty. And we have not protested against the importation of plays, but against the importation of rubbish no better than our rubbish of a similar character.
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