Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the ChannelHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the Channel
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
To be introduced into this very select marine retreat, the anemones had
to go through similar ablutions to the sand and the shells, as well as
other things, all of them being at the outset cleansed with the greatest
care. When, however, this was done and the actinea put into their
future home, the aquarium blossomed out into a garden of live flowers,
whose tentacles of various colours resembled so many chrysanthemums,
dahlias, and daisies, of the most gorgeous hues ever seen on Nature's
palette!
Of course, the actinea did not make themselves at home in their new
lodgings and disclose their beauties all at once; but, in a few days,
none of them having been hurt by Bob's knife, they seemed to have become
acclimatised, putting out the petals of their flower-like bodies as
freely as when in their native pools at Seaview. So, too, did a
beautiful rose and white dianthus, which Dick had picked up adhering to
an ugly old oyster-shell; and, the even rarer anthea, whose long hanging
filaments were never altogether withdrawn into its body when disturbed,
as was the case with the other sea-anemones, and which were thus a
constant source of alarm to Bob's little crabs; for, it was ever
listlessly waving perilously near these nervous creatures, making them
hurry out of their way in such frantic haste as their lateral
conformation permitted.
It was a long job arranging the aquarium, engrossing the attention of
all engaged and taking up the entire morning; aye, and all midday, too!
"Good gracious me!" exclaimed Mrs Gilmour, coming into the room when
they had just completed the task. "What a long time you've been at it,
to be sure! I believe I could have made an aquarium by now, let alone
fit it up."
"Ah, ma'am, `more haste, worse speed,'" retorted the old sailor. "`Rome
wasn't built in a day,' you know."
"I thought you had enough of the Romans yesterday," said Mrs Gilmour,
giving him this little cut in return for his brace of proverbs. "But,
come, Sarah, you must see about getting luncheon now. I want it ready
as soon as possible. You'll stop, Captain Dresser, I suppose?"
"Oh yes, ma'am, if you'll allow me," he replied with a chuckle. "I know
when I'm well off. You recollect, ma'am, you said just now the cook was
my friend."
"Do you know why I wanted to have lunch especially early to-day?" she
asked him anon, when they were seated at the table. "Can you guess?"
"No, by Jove, I can't!" he snorted out indignantly. "I'm not a
clairvoyant, or whatever else you call those people who pretend to read
other people's thoughts."
"Sure, then, I'll tell you," she said, laughing at his quaint manner,
"I'm going to see Mrs Craddock."
"I'm just as much in the dark as ever," he retorted. "Who the dickens
is the woman, eh?"
Nell saved her aunt the trouble of answering.
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