The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories by Arnold Bennett
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"You'll have time to dress up your progeny and catch the 2.5. It makes the connection at Knype for Axe." The two little boys, aged perhaps four and six, who had been ladling the messy contents of specially deep plates on to their bibs, dropped their spoons and began to babble about grea'-granny, and one of them insisted several times that he must wear his new gaiters. "Yes," said Mrs Brindley to her husband, after reflection. "And a fine old crowd there'll be in the train--with this football match!" "Can't be helped!... Now, you kids, hook it upstairs to nurse." "And what about you?" asked Mrs Brindley. "You must tell the old lady I'm kept by business." "I told her that last year, and you know what happened." "Well," said Brindley. "Here Loring's just come. You don't expect me to leave him, do you? Or have you had the beautiful idea of taking him over to Axe to pass a pleasant Saturday afternoon with your esteemed grandmother?" "No," said Mrs Brindley. "Hardly that!" "Well, then?" The boys, having first revolved on their axes, slid down from their high |
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