A Flat Iron for a Farthing; or, Some Passages in the Life of an only SonEwing, Juliana Horatia
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A Flat Iron for a Farthing; or, Some Passages in the Life of an only Son
Ewing, Juliana Horatia
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories
Then the sound stopped. I could hardly breathe, and had just resolved
upon making a brave sally for assistance, when--plump! _something_
alighted on my bed, and, wildly impossible as it seemed, Rubens
himself waggled up to my pillow, and began licking my face as if his
life depended on laying my nose and all other projecting parts of my
countenance flat with my cheeks.
How he had got to London we never knew. As he made an easy escape from
the coach-house at Dacrefield, it was always supposed that he simply
followed the carriage, and had the wit to hide himself when we
stopped on the road. He was terribly tired. He might well be thirsty!
I levied large contributions on the box of rusks which Aunt Maria had
left by my bedside, for his benefit, and he supped well.
Then he curled himself up in his own proper place at my feet. He was
intensely self-satisfied, and expressed his high idea of his own
exploit by self-gratulatory "grumphs," as after describing many mystic
circles, and scraping up the fair Marseilles quilt on some plan of his
own, he brought his nose and tail together in a satisfactory position
in his nest, and we passed our first night in London in dreamless and
profound sleep.
CHAPTER V
MY COUSINS--MISS BLOMFIELD--THE BOY IN BLACK
My first letter to my father was the work of several days, and as my
penmanship was not of a rapid order, it cost me a good deal of
trouble. When it was finished it ran thus:
MY DEAR PAPA,
I hope you are quite well. i am quite well. Rubens is here
and he is quite well. We dont no how he got here but i am
verry glad. Ant Maria said well he cant be sent back now so
he sleeps on my bed and i like London it is a kweer place
the houses are very big and i like my cussens pretty well
they are all gals their nozes are very big i like Polly.
Nurse is quite well so good-bye.
i am your very loving son,
REGINALD DACRE.
Though I cannot defend the spelling of the above document, I must say
that it does not leave much to be added to the portrait of my cousins.
But it will be more polite to introduce them separately, as they were
presented to me.
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