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Updated: June 18, 2025
'You see, you have contrived between you to make him an exotic, said the doctor; 'and you mustn't be surprised if he gives you a little trouble now and then. Orchids are beautiful flowers, but they are difficult to rear. 'Oh, Mr. Fosbroke, said Lady Palliser, 'how can you say so! Vernie is so hardy riding his pony in all weathers.
"Wait a minute, Vernie. You and Father are so prejudiced that it's scarcely worth while trying to talk to you, but mother has enough to worry about as it is, with Willa on her hands. Besides, I I couldn't very well explain how I happened to see her, but I should like to know what Willa was doing in a horrid little frame house out on the Parkway at five o'clock this afternoon." Vernon stared.
What's the use of being rich if you can't do what you like? demanded Vernie, who already began to have ideas, and who was as sharp for his age as the chicken which begins to catch flies directly its head is out of the shell. 'What's the good of being somebody if you have to behave just as well as if you were nobody? said Brian.
The young man thought the little fellow might be a harbinger of peace nor was he mistaken, for Ida melted at sight of him, and seemed quite happy when they three sat down to a dainty little luncheon, she waiting upon and petting her young brother all the while. 'This is partridge, isn't it? asked Vernie. 'I like partridge.
But I don't think the small hours agree with you, Brian. You are looking ten years older than when you were at Kingthorpe last summer. 'Better wear out than rust out, said Brian. After dinner Vernie was eager for an exploration of the village, and Blackman's Hanger, the wild, pine-clad hill which sheltered the village from north-east winds and the salt breath of a distant sea.
"I'm proud of my cousin! Only what in thunder will the mater say if this gets out?" "I know what Dad would have said." Willa flushed. "But I suppose I've made a regular hash of of my début!" "What in the world are you doing, Vernie?" Angie paused in the library door, stifling a yawn daintily as she slipped her evening cloak from her shoulders. Vernon looked up from his book with raised eyebrows.
'Am I? he muttered, cowering as he looked up at her. 'Well, it's as likely as not. Ta, ta, Vernie! You're as well as ever you were. It is I who am booked for a coffin!
But I think he would rather have a sovereign or a nice warm overcoat for the winter. What would be the good of an onyx pin to him? 'What would be the good of it! Why, he would keep it for my sake, of course! answered Vernie, with a grand air. Vernon had no appetite for the chicken sandwiches, or inclination for Madeira negus.
Fosbroke in the park, and had asked leave to go up to the house with him, just for a peep at his patient. 'He only stayed a quarter of an hour, said Vernie, 'for old Fos was in a hurry; but it was such fun!
It's impossible. 'But I tell you I do, Vernie; I lay awake night after night, protested Lady Palliser, not seeing the grammatical side of the question. 'Oh, Vernie! as the folio plates gave an alarming crackle, 'you are tearing that beautiful big book which cost your grandfather so much money. 'It's a nasty book, said Vernon, 'all houses and posts and things.
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