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Georgie felt his father's arm tighten in his. "It's not half bad—but _hodie mihi, cras tibi_, isn't it? I suppose you'll be turning up some fine day with a girl under your arm, if you haven't one now, eh?" GEORGIE FELT HIS FATHER'S ARM TIGHTEN IN HIS IT'S NOT HALF BAD BEHOLY ME HE CRUST TEBEE ISN'T IT I SUPPOSE YOU'LL BE TURNING UP SOME FINE DAY WITH A GIRL UNDER YOUR ARM IF YOU HAVEN'T ONE NOW EH
e the rabbits crept out upon the lawn below the cedars, and the big trout in the ponds by the home paddock rose for their evening meal. “_Our_ changes are all over, dear,” cooed the mother; “and now I am getting used to your size and your tan (you’re very brown, Georgie), I see you haven’t changed in the least. You’re exactly like the pater.” The father beamed on this man after his own heart,—“youngest major in the army, and should have had the V.C., sir,”—and the butler listened with his professional mask off when Master Georgie spoke of war as it is waged to-day, and his father cross-questioned. They went out on the terrace to smoke among the roses, and the shadow of the old house lay long across the wonderful English foliage, which is the only living green in the world. “Perfect! By Jove, it’s perfect!” Georgie was looking at the round-bosomed woods beyond the home paddock, where the white pheasant boxes were ranged; and the golden air was full of a hundred sacred scents and sounds. AT DOWN TO DINNER IN THE LATE SUNLIGHT WHILE THE RABBITS CREPT OUT UPON THE LAWN BELOW THE CEDARS AND THE BIG TROUT IN THE PONDS BY THE HOME PADDOCK ROSE FOR THEIR EVENING MEAL OUR CHANGES ARE ALL OVER DEAR COOED THE MOTHER AND NOW I'M GETTING USED TO YOUR SIZE AND YOUR TAN YOUR VERY BROWN GEORGIE I SEE YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED IN THE LEAST YOU'RE EXACTLY LIKE THE PATER THE FATHER BEAMED ON THIS MAN AFTER HIS OWN HEART YOUNGEST MAJOR IN THE ARMY AND SHOULD HAVE HAD THE V C SIR AND THE BUTLER LISTENED WITH HIS PROFESSIONAL MASK OFF WHEN MASTER GEORGIE SPOKE OF WAR AS ITS WAGE TO DAY AND HIS FATHER CROSS QUESTIONED THEY WENT OUT ON THE TERRACE TO SMOKE AMONG THE ROSES AND THE SHADOW OF THE OLD HOUSE LAY LONG ACROSS THE WONDERFUL ENGLISH FOLIAGE WHICH IS THE ONLY LIVING GREEN IN THE WORLD PERFECT BY JOVE IT'S PERFECT GEORGIE WAS LOOKING AT THE ROUND BOSOMED WOODS BEYOND THE HOME PADDOCK WHERE THE WHITE PHEASANT BOXES WERE RANGED AND THE GOLDEN AIR WAS FULL OF A HUNDRED SACRED SCENTS AND SOUNDS
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