A Great Emergency and Other Tales by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing
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hearer. When he had kicked a loose splinter of wood satisfactorily off
the leg of one of the desks he began to look at the clock, which quickened my pace from my remoter ancestors to what the colonel of the regiment in which my father was an ensign had said of him. I completed my narrative at last with the lawyer's remark, and added, "and everybody says the same. And _that_ is why my father had '_The Honourable_' before his name, just as--" &c., &c. I had no sooner uttered these words than Johnson started from his seat, and, covering his face with a spotted silk pocket-handkerchief, rushed precipitately from the school-room. For one brief instant I fancied I heard him choking with laughter, but when I turned to Weston he got up too, with a look of deep concern. "Mr. Johnson is taken very unwell, I fear," said he. "It is a peculiar kind of spasm to which he is subject. Excuse me!" He hurried anxiously after his friend, and I was left alone in the school-room, into which the other boys shortly began to pour. "Have you been all alone, old fellow?" said Rupert kindly; "I hoped you had picked up a chum." "So I have," was my proud reply; "two chums." "I hope they're decent fellows," said Rupert. (He had a most pestilent trick of perpetually playing monitor, to the wet-blanketing of all good fellowship.) "You know best," said I pertly; "it's Weston and Johnson. We've been together a long time." |
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