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As soon as Dexie saw she would not be missed for a few moments, she ran up to Gussie's room. "Come down at once, Gussie. You cannot stay away from our guests without making yourself look worse in their eyes. The sooner you make amends for your unpardonable act, the better it will be for yourself." "Oh! Dexie, I was never so ashamed in my life!
Plaisted turned and twisted himself this way and that, in vain endeavors to reach the back of his coat, but could not manage it; and as he stood for a minute, his hands held out in front of him, while he looked over his shoulder at the unwelcome appendage, he did indeed present a woful figure. "Why don't you take your coat off?" Gussie said at last.
"And since he has lived at the Lawn, they have all quite set up for county people or anything you please," said Jenny, a little bitterly. "Mrs. Moy drives about with the most stylish pair of ponies; and as to Miss Gussie, she is making herself into a proverb! I can't bear them." "Well done, Jenny!" exclaimed Julius. "Perhaps it is wrong," said Jenny, in a low voice. "I dare say I am not just.
Gussie, with the rest of the family, had witnessed his arrival from an upper window, and wept sorely at seeing her father carried into the house on a bed, remembering how well and strong he had walked out of it a few short weeks before. When Mrs.
"I'm going to put it in my business," said Uncle Gussie, blandly; "my business in Australia." "Ho! You've got to talk to me about that first," said the other. His brother-in-law leaned back and smoked with placid enjoyment. "You do what you like," he said, easily. "Of course, if you tell Alfred, I sha'n't get the money, and Ethel won't get 'im.
"What's the new little boy's name?" asked Tab. Nobody knew. That would be something to find out. "Well," Tab said, "to-morrow morning, right after breakfast, I'm going to bring Theophilus Thistledown down and lend him to him." "Ain't we going to bury Sandy Claus right after breakfast?" demanded Gussie. And all the children, even little Emily, answered: "No, let's not."
After the bustle of departure had subsided, the steward came forward bringing a moss-lined basket, filled with choice hothouse flowers, saying: "A gentleman left this in my care, to be delivered to Miss Dexie Sherwood. I believe it belongs to one of you ladies." "Oh, Dexie, they can't all be for you," said Gussie, eagerly, as she reached out her hand and took the basket from the steward's hands.
I'm not talking about your Scripture prize. Do you recollect the Bosher incident?" I did, indeed. It was one of the high spots of my youth. "Major-General Sir Wilfred Bosher came to distribute the prizes at that school," proceeded Gussie in a dull, toneless voice. "He dropped a book. He stooped to pick it up. And, as he stooped, his trousers split up the back." "How we roared!"
I mean, I know marriage is a pretty solemn business and the realization that he is in for it frequently churns a chap up a bit, but I had never come across a case of a newly-engaged man taking it on the chin so completely as this. Gussie looked up. His eye was dull. He clutched the thatch. "Goodbye, Bertie," he said, rising. I seemed to spot an error. "You mean 'Hullo, don't you?" "No, I don't.
Gussie Vetchen openly admitted his distinguished consideration, and Courtlandt Classon toddled busily about Shiela's court, and even the forlorn Cuyp had become disgustingly unfaithful and no longer wrinkled his long Dutch nose into a series of white corrugations when Wayward took Miss Palliser away from him.
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