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N-o-a, no, ar dont want to be sociable, growled he, diving into his trouser-pockets, and wriggling about on his chair. Well, then, what will you do? asked Miss Howard. Hunt, replied the youth. Hunt! exclaimed Bob Spangles; why, the grounds as hard as bricks. N-o-a, its not, replied the youth. What a whelp! exclaimed Miss Howard, rising from the table in disgust. My uncle, Jellyboy, wouldnt let such a frost stop him, I know, observed the boy. Whos your uncle Jellyboy? asked Miss Glitters. Hes a farmer, and keeps a few harriers at Scutley, observed Bob Spangles, sotto voce. And is that your extraordinary horse with all the legs? asked Miss Howard, putting her glass to her eye, and scrutinising a lank, woolly-coated weed, getting led about by a blue-aproned gardener. Is that your extraordinary horse, with all the legs? repeated she, following the animal about with her glass. Hoots, it hasnt more legs than other peoples, growled George. Its got ten, at all events, replied Miss Howard, to the astonishment of the juveniles. Nor, it hasnt, replied George. Yes, it has, rejoined the lady. Nor, it hasnt, repeated George. Come and see, said the lady; adding, perhaps its put out some since you got off. George slouched up to where she stood at the window. Now, said he, as the gardener turned the horse round, and he saw it had but four, how many has it? Ten! replied Miss Howard. Hoots, replied George, you think its April Fools Day, I dare say. No, I dont, replied Miss Howard; but I maintain your horse has ten legs. See, now! continued she, what do you call these coming here? His two forelegs, replied George. Well, two fours -- twice fours eight, eh? and his two hind ones make ten. Hoots, growled George, amidst the mirth of his comrades, youre makin a fool o one. Well, but what must I do with all these little (hiccup) creatures? asked Sir Harry again, seeing the plot still thickening outside. Turn them out a bagman, suggested Mr Sponge, in an undertone; adding, Watchorn has a three-legged un, I know, in the hay-loft. |
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