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One cannot say even simple things in broad light, and this that Georgie meditated was not simple. ONE CANNOT SAY EVEN SIMPLE THINGS IN BROAD LIGHT AND THIS THAT GEORGIE MEDITATED WAS NOT SIMPLE
mania for little strategies that should economise horses and vehicles. Her men-folk complained that she turned them into common carriers, and there was a legend in the family that she had once said to the pater on the morning of a meet: “If you _should_ kill near Bassett, dear, and if it isn’t too late, would you mind just popping over and matching me this?” “I knew that was coming. You’d never miss a chance, mother. If it’s a fish or a trunk I won’t.” Georgie laughed. “It’s only a duck. They can do it up very neatly at Mallett’s,” said the mother, simply. “You won’t mind, will you? We’ll have a scratch dinner at nine, because it’s so hot.” The long summer day dragged itself out for centuries; but at last there was tea on the lawn, and Miriam appeared. She was in the saddle before he could offer to help, with the clean spring of the child who mounted the pony for the Thirty-Mile-Ride. The day held mercilessly, though Georgie got down thrice to look for imaginary stones in Rufus’s foot.  MANAGERS THE MOTHER HAD ONE WEAKNESS A MANIA FOR LITTLE STRATEGIES THAT SHOULD ECONOMIZE HORSES AND VEHICLES HER MEN FOLK COMPLAINED THAT SHE TURNED THEM INTO COMMON CARRIERS AND THERE WAS A LEGEND IN THE FAMILY THAT SHE HAD ONCE SAID TO THE PAINTER ON THE MORNING OF HER MEET IF YOU SHOULD KILL THEIR BASSET DEAR AND IT ISN'T TOO LATE WOULD YOU MIND JUST POPPING OVER AND MATCHING ME THIS I KNEW THAT WAS COMING YOU'D NEVER MISS A CHANCE MOTHER IF IT'S A FISH OR A TRUNK I WON'T GEORGIE LAUGHED IT'S ONLY A DUCK THAT CAN DO IT UP VERY NEATLY AT MALLETS SAID THE MOTHER SIMPLY YOU WON'T MIND WILL YOU WE'LL HAVE A SCRATCH DINNER AT NINE BECAUSE IT'S SO HOT THE LONG SUMMER DAY DRAGGED ITSELF OUT FOR CENTURIES BUT AT LAST THERE WAS TEA ON THE LAWN AND MIRIAM APPEARED SHE WAS IN THE SADDLE BEFORE HE COULD OFFER TO HELP WITH THE CLEAN SPRING OF THE CHILD WHO MOUNTED THE PONY FOR THE THIRTY MILE RIDE THE DAY HELD MERCILESSLY THOUGH GEORGIE GOT DOWN THRICE TO LOOK FOR IMAGINARY STONES IN RUFUS FOOT
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