Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . , when will itbe most convenient for yourself that the weddingshall—shall come off, you know? Come off, you scoundrel! what do you mean bythat?—Better wait till it goes on. Ha! ha! ha!—he! he! he!—oh, thtits good— oh,thats capital—such a wit! But all we want, justnow, you know, uncle, is that you should indicatethe time precisely. Ah!—precisely ? Yes, uncle—that is, if it w^ould be quite agree-able to yourself. Wouldnt it answer, Bobbj^ if I were to leave itat random—sometime w
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . , when will itbe most convenient for yourself that the weddingshall—shall come off, you know? Come off, you scoundrel! what do you mean bythat?—Better wait till it goes on. Ha! ha! ha!—he! he! he!—oh, thtits good— oh,thats capital—such a wit! But all we want, justnow, you know, uncle, is that you should indicatethe time precisely. Ah!—precisely ? Yes, uncle—that is, if it w^ould be quite agree-able to yourself. Wouldnt it answer, Bobbj^ if I were to leave itat random—sometime within a year or so, for exam-ple?—7nust I say precisely? // you please, uncle—precisely. Well, then, Bobby, my boy—youre a fine fellow,arent you?—since you will have the exact time, Ill—why, Ill oblige you for once. Three Sundays in a Week 455 Dear uncle! Hush, sir! {drowning my voice)—Ill obligeyou for once. You shall have my consent—and thepi inn, we mustnt forget the plum—let me see!When shall it be? To-days Sunday—isnt it!AVell, then, you shall be married precisely—jjre-. WELL, THEN, BOBBY, MY BOY cisehj, now mind!—kIicu three Sundays cometogether in a week! Do you hear me, sir! Whatare you gaping at? I say, you shall have Kate andher plum when three Sundays come together in aweek—but not ^/7/ then—you young scapegrace—not till then, if I die for it. You know me—Im aman of my icord—noic he off! Here he grinned atme viciously, and I rushed from the room in very fine old English gentleman was mygranduncle, Rumgudgeon, but, unlike him of the 456 Three Sundays in a Week song, he had his weak points. He was a Httle, pursy,pompous, passionate, semi-circular somebody, witha red nose, a thick skull, a long purse, and a strongsense of his own consequence. With the best heartin the world, he contrived, through a predominatewhim of contradiction, to earn for himself, amongthose who only knew him superficially, the characterof
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