Magic words: A tale for Christmas time — John Shaqi
Magic words: A tale for Christmas timeMaceroni, Emilie
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Magic words: A tale for Christmas time
Maceroni, Emilie
Christmas stories
“Inconsiderately, indeed,” said Marion, laughing too. “I shall never
forget seeing him swallow the delicacies which I had prepared with so
much care, in the coolest manner possible, looking me hard in the face
all the time. I was in an agony to see the ham sandwiches disappear
one after another down his huge throat (knowing there were no more in
the house, too), while the capricious fine lady who took a fancy to
feed him, drawled out, ‘the d-e-a-r d-o-g! _how_ he li-kes them!’ I
should think he did, indeed, with his appetite! I do believe, though,
Mr. Edward, that, like all men, you rather enjoyed the scene than
otherwise; for you never offered to put the cruel old dog out of the
room.”
“How could I tear him from the flattering attentions of his Patroness?
But let me see; how did you manage it, Marion? I dare say very
ingeniously and gracefully. I remember how proud I felt of you that
day.”
“Oh, I appeared to enter into the amusement and drollery of his
enormous appetite, but suggested, in the most affectionate manner
possible, that he should _bow_ his thanks to the fair lady before
tasting another morsel! Poor Jock, who had not the slightest
acquaintance with any feat or accomplishment of the kind, was all
amazement at my gestures and commands, and only stared hard for more;
whereupon he was gently ‘_fie-fied_,’ and put out of the room for his
obstinacy and ingratitude!”
[Illustration: Day & Son, lith^{rs}. to the Queen.]
They both laughed heartily at the remembrance of Jock’s delinquency and
its punishment; and Marion being in a very merry humour, recounted with
much mirth many other similar incidents, which they _could_ laugh
at now. “We never deceived each other but once,” said she; “the time
when you were so ill, you know, from over-work, and I used to steal
slily into the village to give your Latin lessons to those stupid boys
you were ‘preparing!’ I often wonder how I took courage to ask their
mother to let me take your place: yet I am glad I did, for I don’t know
what we should have done without the money; and I studied the lessons
so well myself, that I did no injustice to your pupils. But then
the _dénouement_! I shall never forget your walking into that dingy
library, pale as death, and your extreme surprise on finding me seated
in the great chair, conjugating a tremendous Latin verb, while the
poor little mamma looked on with amazement at my proficiency! _I_ was
startled too, fully believing you to be quietly resting on the sofa,
_while I took my walk_!”
“We both looked very guilty for an instant.”
“Yes, we did indeed; and I thought I never should cease laughing on
our way home, especially as you were half inclined to be angry! But
my mirth soon vanished when I saw how faint you were, and you rested
your head on my shoulder as we sat on the stile. A terrible fear came
over me,” continued Marion, shuddering, and drawing closer to her
husband--“I never felt pain like that before!”
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