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Wrenn thought he remembered the story. He had read it in a magazine. Morton was continuing: Snow stretched out among the pines. He was wearing a Mackinaw and shoe-packs. Saw a bear loping along. He had Morton had a .44-.40 Marlin, but only one shell. Thrust the muzzle of his rifle right into the bear's mouth. Scared for a minute. Almost fell off his snow-shoes.
Was over on the hotel veranda when I saw a plane land here, and I guessed it might be you, and hurried right over. Put your machine up yet?" "We did," said Mr. Giddings rather sourly. "And do you know, Wrenn, when we ran the Sky-Bird in the hangar we saw yours in there and received quite a disagreeable surprise I may say shock." Mr.
The shadows slipped in arabesques over the dust-gray floor and scampered as bravely among the rafters as though they were in such a tale as men told in believing days. Rustics in smocks drank ale from tankards; and in a corner was snoring an ear-ringed peddler with his beetle-black head propped on an oilcloth pack. Stamping in, chilly from the ride, Mr. Wrenn laughed aloud.
"Certainly. Of course there's a small extra charge. I have a Royal Satsuma tea-service practically Royal Satsuma, at least and some special Limoges." "I think Royal Sats'ma would be nice. And some silverware?" "Surely." "And could we get some special stuff to eat?" "What would you like?" "Why " Mendacious Mr. Wrenn! as we have commented.
Wrenns to come in and ship, nor did the hall porter, a beefy person with a huge collar and sparse painfully sleek hair, whose eyes were like cold boiled mackerel as Mr. Wrenn yearned: "Please uh please will you be so kind and tell me where I can ship as a steward for the Med " "None needed." "Or Spain? I just want to get any kind of a job at first.
Wrenn felt that he was one of the gentlemen who, in Kipling, stand at steamer rails exchanging observations on strange lands. He uttered, cosmopolitanly: "Gee! Look at that sunset. Ain't that grand!" "Holy smoke! it sure is. I don't see how anybody could believe in religion after looking at that."
Wrenn trotted toward the bow to thrill over the bump of the boat's snub nose against the lofty swaying piles and the swash of the brown waves heaped before her as she sidled into place. He was carried by the herd on into the station. He did not notice the individual people in his exultation as he heard the great chords of the station's paean.
Wrenn a wallflower who came from Yonkers and had never heard of Tom Poppins or aeroplanes or Oxford or any other topic upon which Mr. Wrenn uneasily tried to discourse as he watched Nelly waltz and smile up at her partners. Presently the two sat silent. The wallflower excused herself and went back to her mama from Yonkers. Mr.
Thus Morton, to the glowing Mr. Wrenn, as they turned into St. George's Square, noting the Lipton's Tea establishment. Sir Thomas Lipton wasn't he a friend of the king? Anyway, he was some kind of a lord, and he owned big society racing-yachts. In the grandiose square Mr. Wrenn prayerfully remarked, "Gee!" "Greek temple. Fine," agreed Morton. "That's St.
and, softly crawling up the straw, left the note by her head. He hastened to a farm-house. The farm-wife was inclined to be curious. O curious farm-wife, you of the cream-thick Essex speech and the shuffling feet, you were brave indeed to face Bill Wrenn the Great, with his curt self-possession, for he was on a mission for Istra, and he cared not for the goggling eyes of all England.
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