The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1879-04-24
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However, Lofty was stunning girl,
and we walked all about the lawn
down into the shwubbery to look into
some bush after a wobbin wedbweast |
that she said had built nest there-and,
sure enough, when we got to it, there |
was this weddin wob-I mean wobbin |
wed-bweast looking out of a gweat |
lump OF moss. l thought Lofty would |
be pleased if I caught it, and so l
thwust my hand in as quick as l could;
but you know those little wedding
wobbin-wed-breasts are so doosid
sharp-and I'm dashed if it didn't fly
out on the other side.
You thtupid man." Lofty thaid.
Why-you- you've fwitened the poor
little thing away"
l was rather wild at first at being
called Utupid-that's sort of thing
no fellah likes, but--dash it! I'd have
stood any thing from Lotty--I-I'd have
! carried her pwayer-book to church-I'd
have parted my hair on one side-or-
no-yes-I think I'd have thaved off my
whiskers for her thske. ...
"Poor, dear little wobbin," she said
=" it will never come back any more
I'm afraid you've made it desert.' What
did she mean by that? I thought she
meant the eggs; so, taking one up, I
said: "You-you don't mean to thay
they eat these specky things after din
ner?" I said.
"Of course not" she weplied-and I
think had hit the wife nail on the head,
for she began to laugh tremendously,
and told me to put the egg quietly in its
place, and then pwaps the little wobbin
would come back. Which I hope the
little beggar did.
At the top of the long walk at Wock-
ingham there is a asummer-house-aj jolly
sort of place, with lot of ferns and
things about, and behind there are lot
of shrubs and bushes and pwickly plants,
which give sort of rural or a0s17aoal-
which is it! blessed if know-look to
the place, and as it was vewy warm,
thought if I'm ever to make an ath of
mythef by pwoposing to this girl
won't do it out in the eye of the sun
it's SO pwecious hot. So pwoposed
we should walk in and sit down, and 80
we did, and then began:
"Miss Chafingham, now, don't you
think it doosid cool?"
"Cool, Lord d." she said; "why,
thought you we're complaining of the
heat"
81 beg your PARDON" said, ell
can't speak vewy fast" (the fact is,
that beathlY wasp was buthhing about
me at the moment), Sand / hadn't
quite finished my thentence. was 60
ing to say, Don't you think it's doosid
cool of Wagsby to laugh at-at-a fell
lah as he does?'"
swell, my Lord" she said, I" I think
80, too; and I wonder you stand it.
You-you have your remedy, you
know"
"What remedyP" l said. "You-
you don't mean to say ought to thwash
him, Miss CharlotteP''
Here she-she somehow began to
laugh, but in such a peculiar way that
II couldn't think what she meant.
"a vewy good idea," / said. "I've
a vewy good mind to twy it. l had on
the gloves once with a lay figure in a
painters studio-and gave it an awful
licking. It's true-it didn't hit back,
you how'll did all-all the hitting
then. And pwaps -pwaps Wagsby
} would hit back. But n-if he did any
thing so ungentlemanlike as that, l
could always-always-
"Always sUhas, my Lord?" said Lot
ty, who was going on laughing in a
. most hysterica1 manner.
"Why, l could always say it was a
mistake, and-and it shouldn't happen
again, you know"
:" Admirable policy, upon my word, u
she said, and began tittering again. But
: what the dooth amused her 1 never
: could make out. just then we heard a
sort of rustling in the leaves behind,
and I confess I felt wather nervouth.
"It's only Bird" Lofty said; and
then we began talking of that little
wobbin. wedbreast, and what wonder
+ full thing Nature is-and how doosid
, pwetty it was to see her laws obeyed.
And l said, so Miss Chaf6ngham!"
, said "i if I was wobbin-"
eyes, Dundreary," she anthered-
, very soft and sweet. And I thought to
mythelf-Now's the time to ask her
, now's the time toll was beginning
/ to wuminate again, but she bwought me
to my thenses by saying
/ Yesp" interwoggatively. aA.
elf was q wobbin, Lotty-and-and
, you were a wobbin-" exclaimed
with q voice full of emothun.
} "Well, my Lord?"
: "Wouldn't it be-jolly to have
thpeckled eggs evewy morning fol
! breakfast?''
That wasn't quite what l was going tt
{ say; but just then there was another
, rustling behind the summer-house, aae
! in wushed that bwute Wagsby.
3 "What's the WOW, Dundreary?" sale
, he, grinning in dweadfully idiotic sor
9 of way. "Come, old fellow" Q-I hatt
e a man who calls me old fellow-it's 81
!, beathly familiar). And then he said h