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"Let me see it," I demanded. Surely enough, there was plainly marked a monkey's eyes and mouth and hair and nose. "We'll soon settle this," said Fil, who dashed the coconut on a stone, broke the hard shell, wasted half the sweet milk, exposing the white, fragrant meat.
"that can-al was fil' op! and tha'z another thing calculate' to projuce hard feeling." Through such riddles and reminiscences and his replies thereto persistently ran Chester's uneasy question to himself: Why had Aline told him that story of unnamable trouble which had goaded her to seek the cloister?
"We dig coal, and use bamboo pipes and a bellows to make the draft. We put the ore into a clay kettle, and melt the rock out of it. Then, when the iron is pure, we heat it again until it is red, and beat it with hammers into shapes. Thus we make it into wheels, spears, axes, and so on," explained Fil, who had watched the workmen at their labors.
It all costs very little," explained Fil's father. "But they are so thick, I could not put more than one in my umbrella stand at home," I said. "There you are joking again," laughed Fil, who added: "We Filipinos hang our umbrella up on the veranda roof, where it is ornamental, as well as useful when wanted."
The driver, who wore a mushroom-shaped bamboo hat, pulled the water buffalo to a stop. All, except Filippa and Favra, got off at the mouth of a cave. "I won't go in or near it," exclaimed Filippa. "Girls are afraid of real things, of imaginary noises, and even of unreal shadows," jeered Fil. "No wonder, if you refer to this damp cave," remarked Fil's mother.
Then Fil said kindly: "Don't you see the man walking steadily along the running board, from the front to the back of the boat? Well, he is pushing on a long pole, and that power moves the boat against the tide. The pole reaches down to the bottom, through the shallow water. If the boat is loaded, and if the cargo is very heavy, two men push on each pole. The pole is a thick bamboo stick."
Best and Nurse Warner had taken possession of the arm-chairs specially reserved for them, Dollie Ransome, who had been requisitioned by the performers to act as Greek chorus, placed some stools by the fire-place, and announced importantly: "King Alfred and the Cakes. A Historical Drama." The little old woman who entered, carrying some sticks and a basin, was difficult to identify as Fil.
"It's very uncomfy without my pillow!" whispered naughty Verity, in distinct disobedience to this mandate, as the door of Mrs. Best's room closed. "Dare I go and fetch it?" "Sh! Sh! No!" "I know what we'll give Nursie for a Christmas present," murmured Fil softly. "A nice ornamental tin box of biscuits to keep in her bedroom. She shan't get hungry in the night again, poor dear!" "Sh! Sh!
Ce mortel qu'on remarque Tient-il Plus que nous de la Parque Le fil? was in the habit of fixing his eyes on a certain proscenium box wherein were wont to sit certain notabilities in politics and finance. As several of these died during the first run of the work, superstitious people thought the box was bewitched, and no one cared to occupy it.
You can each give sixpence if you like, and we'll spend the money on a chocolate feast. Remember, Fil, not a word to anybody! It's to be kept absolutely quiet. There's the gong. If the tea's up to the standard of the rest of the hostel, I shan't object. Glad we're not rationed now, for I'm as hungry as a hunter." Wynch-on-the-Wold
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