By Sheer Pluck, a Tale of the Ashanti War by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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we shall be up working late. If you were always going to stop at
the place you are going to, it would be different; but you will rise, never fear. I shall be seeing you in gentleman's clothes again some of these days. I've heard you say you were longing to get your books and to be studying again, and you'll soon fall into your own ways; but if you will let me, I'll come over sometimes and have a cup of tea and a chat with you. Now, look here, I'm going out with you now, and I'm going to buy you a suit of clothes, something like what you had on when I first saw you. They won't be altogether unsuitable in a shop. This is a loan, mind, and you may pay me off as you get flush." Frank saw he should hurt the good fellow's feelings by refusing, and accordingly went out with him, and next morning presented himself at the shop in a quiet suit of dark gray tweed, and with his other clothes in a bundle. "Aha!" said the old man; "you look more as you ought to do now, though you're a cut above an assistant in a naturalist's shop in Ratcliff Highway. Now, let me tell you the names of some of these birds. They are, every one of them, foreigners; some of them I don't know myself." "I can tell all the family names," Frank said quietly, "and the species, but I do not know the varieties." "Can you!" the old man said in surprise. "What is this now?" "That is a mockingbird, the great black capped mockingbird, I think. The one next to it is a golden lory." |
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