Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 29, 2025
It must have been that the unflagging friendliness of Captain Baster had weighed on their uncle's mind, for Erebus, coming softly on him from behind as he leaned over the garden gate after breakfast, heard him singing to himself, and paused to listen to his song. It went: "Where did his colonel dig him up, So young, so fair, so sweet, With his shining nose, and his square, square toes?
Captain Baster could hardly believe his eyes; he knew the young man by sight, by name and by repute. It was Sir Maurice Falconer, a man he longed to boast his friend. With his aid a man might climb to the highest social peaks. When Mrs. But why had he not learned this splendid fact before? Why had he been kept in the dark?
Captain Baster snorted fiercely; then he swelled with splendid dignity, and said loudly, but thickly, "I refuse! Yes, I refuse to mix in a society where children are brought up as hooligans yes: as hooligans!" He turned on his heel, strode to the gate, and turned and bellowed, "Hooligans!" He flung himself through the gate and strode violently across the common. "Oh, Wiggins!
For a moment a horrid suspicion filled the mind of Captain Baster. . . . But no: it was impossible a child in whose veins flowed some of the bluest blood in England. Besides, her slender arms could never have thrown the stones as straight and hard as that.
Dangerfield was full of concern and sympathy; Sir Maurice was cool, interested but cool; he did not blaze up into the passionate indignation of a bosom friend. "How many of them were there?" said the Terror. "From the number of stones they threw I should think there were a dozen," said Captain Baster; and he panted still. The Terror looked puzzled. "I know I know what it is!" cried Mrs.
"I made sure it was the Terror." "So did I," said the vicar. "I'd have bet on it," said the squire. The silence fell again. Mechanically Captain Baster rubbed the blue bump on his marble brow. Erebus broke the silence; she said: "Has any one heard Wiggins' new song?" The squire, hastily and thoughtlessly, cried: "No! Let's hear it!" "Come on, Wiggins!" cried the vicar heartily.
He was soon back at Colet House, but too late; Sir Maurice had started on a walk with the Terror. Captain Baster said cheerily that he would overtake them, and set out briskly to do so. He walked hard enough to compass that end; and it is probable that he would have had a much better chance of succeeding, had not Erebus sent him eastward whereas Sir Maurice and the Terror had gone westward.
From twenty yards away Captain Baster greeted them in a rich hearty voice: "How's Terebus and the Error; and how's Freckles?" he cried, and laughed heartily at his own delightful humor. The Twins greeted him with a cold, almost murderous politeness; Wiggins shook hands with Mrs. Dangerfield very warmly and left out Captain Baster. "I'm always pleased to see you with the Twins, Wiggins," said Mrs.
She had but to return to the polite world from which the loss of her husband and her straightened circumstances had removed her, to find herself a popular woman with a host of friends in the exalted circles Captain Baster burned to adorn.
The Twins and Wiggins slipped away; and their elders talked the more at their ease for their going. In the end the little gathering which Captain Baster had so nearly crushed, broke up in the best of spirits, all the guests in a state of amiable satisfaction with Mrs. Dangerfield, themselves and one another. After they had gone Sir Maurice and Mrs.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking