Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
Punctually at four o'clock oh Saturday, Jimmy Virtue, accompanied by
his friend, presented himself to Mr. Merrywhistle at the Three Jolly
Butcher Boys. It might reasonably have been expected, that Jimmy would
have made some change for the better in his appearance, in honour of
the occasion; but Mr. Merrywhistle fancied that, out of defiance,
Jimmy had allowed the accumulated dust of days to lie thick upon his
clothes, and that he had purposely neglected to brush them. Indeed, he
almost asserted as much by his manner: You saw what I was, and you
forced yourself upon me; you invited me and my friend to dinner, and
you must take the consequences. His only eye, as it blazed at Mr.
Merrywhistle from under its precipice of bushy hair, seemed to be
asking of that gentleman how he liked its owner's appearance: and it
softened somewhat in the kindly glances from Mr. Merrywhistle, whose
countenance was beaming with amiability and good-nature.
'This is my friend that I spoke of,' said Jimmy Virtue; 'his name is
Truefit, Robert Truefit. Truefit by name, and Truefit by nature. This
is Mr. Merrywhistle, who sometimes gives and repents.'
Robert Truefit came forward, with a manly bow, and, when Mr.
Merrywhistle offered his hand, shook it cordially.
'My friend, Mr. Virtue, here--' he said, and was about to proceed,
when the old man struck in with,
'Now, I won't have it. Bob; I won't have it. None of your misters
because we're before company. It's Jimmy Wirtue when we are alone, and
it's Jimmy Wirtue now; and if you're a-goin' to say anythin' in
apology for me, don't. I don't want apologies made for me, and I won't
'ave 'em.'
Robert Truefit laughed, and said, 'We must let old Jimmy have his way,
sir, so I won't say what I was going to say.' Robert Truefit was about
thirty years of age, and was a stonemason by trade. He had a shrewd
intelligent face and clear brown eyes, which, young as he was, already
showed the signs of much thought. He was as manly a fellow as you
would wish to look upon, and in his speech and manner there was a
straightforwardness which at once won for him the good opinion of
those with whom he came in contact. So conspicuous was this
straightforwardness of speech and manner, that he was often called
Straightforward Bob by his comrades and those who knew him intimately.
Directly you set eyes upon him, you received the impression, not only
that he was a man to be depended upon, but that he was one who was apt
to form his own opinions, and would stand by them through thick and
thin, unless absolutely convinced, through his reason, that they were
wrong. He had a wife who adored him, and children who looked up to him
in love and respect, as to a king. He was a true type of English
manhood and English shrewd common sense.
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