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"No, they don't," was Phil's answer. "When Juliet saw the first of the country from the train window, she says to mother, 'It's a pretty churchyard! says she." Mr. Burnet looked very sad for a few moments, then he stood up and said that he must be going back, as he had to meet Mrs. Bosher's brother and talk over the barns and the stables and the farm-buildings.
At the cottage they ceased talking, and all ran about through the small garden, up and down the flight of stairs, in and out the rooms. Then Mrs. Webster laid down on the dresser a parcel containing home-made bread and fresh butter. Next Mrs. Bosher's brother brought from the donkey-cart some bacon, eggs, and milk. The pony-carriage had concealed under the seat some soap, candles, and cheese. Mrs.
"Don't talk to me any more," he said savagely when a tremendous twinge seemed to be piercing between his bones, "about your Juliet's father and your Mrs. Bosher's brother. If people have not got names of their own I don't want to hear about such people." The housekeeper who was waiting on him began to say, "The name of Mrs. Bosher's brother " "Hold your tongue, do!
Bosher's brother, I think, Juliet?" or else "The fields and the river are very nice, are they not?" and to each of his appeals she had gravely bowed her head in assent.
You'd better smuggle it back into his study somehow, King, without his knowing." "All serene," said King, pocketing the book. "Hallo! who's this coming?" As he spoke there was a sound of hurrying footsteps in the passage outside, and immediately afterwards the door opened and revealed none other than the sentimental author of Bosher's diary himself.
Mr Bosher's income from various sources connected with the church was over six hundred pounds a year, or about twelve pounds per week, but as that sum was evidently insufficient, his admirers had adopted this device for supplementing it. Frankie said all the boys had one of these letters and were going to ask their fathers for some money to give towards the Easter offering.
Bosher locked and bolted the door, and at every sound the poor, foolish girl grew more and more unhappy, and more cut off from all hope and all happiness. Mrs. Bosher's bonnet and Mrs. Bosher's name were enough to terrify any young person with a bad conscience.
Parson, who ever since the famous breakfast in Riddell's room had looked upon the captain with eyes of favour, replied, "No, I don't think so, I'll go and see if you like." "Thanks. If he's in, tell him I want to speak to him." "All serene. Hold my towel, do you mind? It's Bosher's, and he may try to collar it if he sees me. And tell Telson I'll be back in a second."
He looked over his shoulder and nodded. Then Mrs. Bosher's brother roared out, "Hullo! here you are at last! How do you feel?" And before the new-comer could reply to this greeting all the other eyes were turned upon him, with expressions of surprise and bewilderment. "You! What brings you here?" "What brings you here?" Mrs. Bosher's brother was the only person who remained calm.
"I do believe it's Mrs. Bosher's brother!" "Over! over!" bawled the man, as if hailing a ferry-boat. "Well, if that ain't a joke! I ain't the ferry. Here you, Phil, jump into the Fairy and go and see what that man wants." So Phil played the part of the ferry and brought Mrs. Bosher's brother to the lock-eyot. He told his story.
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