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"And I," said Tibby, "want civilization without activity, which, I expect, is what we shall find in the other place." "You needn't go as far as the other place, Tibbi-kins, if you want that. You can find it at Oxford." "Stupid " "If I'm stupid, get me back to the house-hunting. I'll even live in Oxford if you like North Oxford. I'll live anywhere except Bournemouth, Torquay, and Cheltenham.
"They've cheek enough for anything, and invariably select one of their first wife's friends." Margaret's face flashed despair. "That type " She broke off with a cry. "Meg, not anything wrong with you?" "Wait one minute," said Margaret, whispering always. "But you've never conceivably you've never " She pulled herself together. "Tibby, hurry up through; I can't hold this gate indefinitely.
She loved children, but Tibby was not an ingratiating child. He was a Mr Mariner in little. He had the family gloom. It puzzled Jill sometimes why this branch of the family should look on life with so jaundiced an eye. She remembered her father as a cheerful man, alive to the small humors of life. "All right, Tibby. Where shall we go?" "Ma says we must keep on the roads and I mustn't slide."
"Look at the pretty snow falling on the trees," said Jill faintly. At breakfast next morning, Mrs Mariner having sneezed, made a suggestion. "Tibby, darling, wouldn't it be nice if you and cousin Jill played a game of pretending you were pioneers in the Far West?" "What's a pioneer?" enquired Tibby, pausing in the middle of an act of violence on a plate of oatmeal.
Here the story of her fortune was unknown, and Tibby was distinguished only for a kind heart and a lovely countenance.
Then Sally pu'd the gowans wat wi' dew an' twined her bree wi' tasselled broom, while I had a wee crackie wi' Tibby Buchan, the flesher's dochter frae Auld Reekie. Tibby's nae giglet gawky like the lave, ye ken, she's a sonsie maid, as sweet as ony hinny pear, wi' her twa pawky een an' her cockernony snooded up fu' sleek.
I knew we should have nothing to say. Give my love to Aunt Juley and Tibby, and take more yourself than I can say. Promise to come and see me in Munich later." "Certainly, dearest." "For that is all we can do." It seemed so. Most ghastly of all was Helen's common sense: Monica had been extraordinarily good for her. "I am glad to have seen you and the things."
Already he had begun to be useful in the daytime, and had twice put her to sleep when both his mother and Tibby had failed. And although he quite understood that in all probability he would not have succeeded if they hadn't tried first, yet it had been some relief to them, and they had confessed it.
"Tibby had better first wonder what he'll do," retorted Helen; and that topic was resumed, but with acrimony. Then tea came, and after tea Helen went on preparing her speech, and Margaret prepared one, too, for they were going out to a discussion society on the morrow. But her thoughts were poisoned. Mrs.
"He's very clever, isn't he?" said Evie, who had met and detested Tibby at Oxford. "Yes, pretty well but I wonder what Helen's doing." "She is very young to undertake this sort of thing," said Mr. Wilcox. Margaret went out to the landing. She heard no sound, and Mr. Bast's topper was missing from the hall. "Helen!" she called. "Yes!" replied a voice from the library. "You in there?"
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