FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108  
109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   >>   >|  
by wasting his affection on you, when you only think him a great pug-looking creature that you'd be ashamed to be seen with?" "Yes, I don't care for him," she said still more off-handedly; "but he doesn't look so queer now I've got used to him. I suppose any one who liked him wouldn't think him such a horror." "No; I for one think him handsome." "Handsome?" "Yes, _handsome_." "Well, I'll go to bed after that and think how some people's tastes differ." "Well, take care you don't think about Ernest." "Thank you; I don't want the nightmare," she retorted, tossing her head. THIRTEEN. VARIOUS EVENTS. The following day was eventful. To begin with, after Andrew had discharged his early morning duties, he was to appear before his grandma for the execution of the sentence she had passed upon him the night before. I was assisting him to dry the parts of the cream-separator, a task which had become chronic with me, when Carry shouted from the kitchen, where she was putting in her week-- "Your grandma says not to be long; she's waiting for you." Andrew unburdened his soul to me. "Lord, ain't I just in for it! I'll hear how me grandma rared me since I was born! I'm dead sick of this born and rared business. It would give a bloke the pip. I didn't make meself born, nor want any one else to do it; there ain't much in bein' alive," he said with that pessimism which, like measles and whooping-cough, is indigenous to extreme youth. "How could I help being rared? I didn't ask 'em to rare me. I didn't make meself a little baby that couldn't help itself, and they needn't have rared me unless they liked. Goodness knows, I'd have rather died like a little pup before his eyes were opened," he continued so tragically that I took the opportunity of smiling behind his back as he threw out the dish-water. "Hurry up! your grannie is waiting!" called Carry once more. "Blow you! you'll have to wait till I'm done," retorted the boy in a tone the reverse of genial. "People is always chuckin' at their kids how much they owe them. I'm blowed if ever I can see it. I didn't want 'em to have me, and don't see why it should be everlasting threw at me." It is a wise provision that youth cannot see what it owes the previous generation. This is a chicken that comes back to roost in heavier years. "I wish I had a grandma like Jack Bray's ma. He nicked over to me w'en I was after the cows, an' Mrs Bray ain't
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108  
109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

grandma

 

retorted

 

Andrew

 

meself

 

waiting

 

handsome

 

couldn

 

heavier

 
opened
 

Goodness


indigenous

 

whooping

 
measles
 
extreme
 

chicken

 

nicked

 

opportunity

 

pessimism

 

People

 

provision


genial
 

reverse

 

chuckin

 
blowed
 

everlasting

 

generation

 

tragically

 

smiling

 

previous

 

called


grannie

 

continued

 

unburdened

 
people
 

tastes

 
differ
 

horror

 
Handsome
 
Ernest
 

EVENTS


VARIOUS
 

THIRTEEN

 
nightmare
 

tossing

 

wouldn

 

creature

 

ashamed

 

wasting

 
affection
 

suppose