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And so, if he didn't get his dishes washed and the house cleaned up for Christmas, all the puppies all over the world would have to go without toys. When Groups and Bunks and Yelpers heard this, they were very much worried." "How did they hear it?" asked Bunks, who was the analytical member of the trio. "A very sensible question," said Gissing, approvingly.
"Will you tuck me in?" said Bunks. "You're sure he had another typewriter in his bag?" said Yelpers. They scrambled upstairs. Later, when the house was quiet, Gissing went out to the kitchen to see Mrs. Spaniel. She was diligently rolling pastry, and her nose was white with flour. "Oh, sir, I'm glad you got home in time for Christmas," she said. "The children were counting on it.
Spaniel ever grew disheartened at the wash-tubs, he was careful to remind her of the beautiful phrase about the mystical washing away of sin. They had been christened Groups, Bunks, and Yelpers, three traditional names in his family. Indeed, he was reflecting as he walked in the dusk, Mrs. Spaniel was now his sheet anchor.
Thus was our adventurer initiated into the society of Yelpers, though he did not as yet fully understand the nature of his office, which was explained by the young physician, who chid him for his blunt behaviour in the case of the medal; and gave him to understand, that their patron's favour was neither to be gained nor preserved by any man that would pretend to convict him of a mistake.
She shivered a little in the cool wind coming off the darkening water. The weakness of the hour was upon him. He put his arm tenderly round her as they leaned over the parapet. "See those darling children down on the sand," she said. "I do adore puppies, don't you?" He remembered Groups, Bunks, and Yelpers. Nothing is so potent as the love of children when you are away from them.
The children could not be kept quiet unless they stood up on the pews. Mr. Poodle preached rather a long sermon, and Yelpers, toward twelve-thirty, remarked in a clear tone of interested inquiry, "What time does God have dinner?" Gissing had a painful feeling that he and Mr. Poodle did not thoroughly understand each other.
Spaniel: MR. GISHING, dere friend, the pupeys are well, no insecks, and eat with nives and forx Groups is the fattest but Yelpers is the lowdest they send wags and lix and glad to here Daddy is doing so well in buisness with respects from He did not let Mrs. Purp know of the change in his condition, and every morning left his lodging at the usual time.
"A Christmas story!" the children were clamouring. Can it really be Christmas Eve? Gissing thought. Christmas seems to have come very suddenly this year, I haven't really adjusted my mind to it yet. "All right," he said. "Now sit still and keep quiet. Bunks, give Yelpers a little more room. If there's any bickering Santa Claus might hear it."
But Gissing was too happy to stew about such trifles. When the inspection was over, they all sat down by the chimney and he piled on more logs. "Well, chilluns," he said, "what do you want Santa Claus to bring you for Christmas?" "An aunbile!" exclaimed Groups "An elphunt!" exclaimed Bunks "A little train with hammers!" exclaimed Yelpers "A little train with hammers?" asked Gissing.
And Yelpers hurried into the kitchen and washed the dishes, and scrubbed the pots, and polished the egg-stains off the silver spoons, and emptied the ice-box pan. All working hard, they got through very soon, and made Santa Claus's house as clean as any house could be. They fixed the window-shades so that they would all hang level, not just anyhow, as poor Santa had them.
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