As luck would have it, he fell in with a
groom travelling a horse to hunt with Sir Harry Scattercash's hounds,
which, he said, met at Snobston Green, some eight or nine miles off, the
next day, and whither Mr. Sponge decided on going.
Mr. Jogglebury's equanimity returning at dinner time, Mr. Sponge was
persuasive enough to induce him to accompany him, and it was finally
arranged that Leather should go on with the horses, and Jog should drive
Sponge to cover in the phe-_a_-ton.
CHAPTER XLVII
A FAMILY BREAKFAST ON A HUNTING MORNING
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Mrs. Jogglebury Crowdey was a good deal disconcerted at Gustavus James's
irreverence to his intended god-papa, and did her best, both by promises
and entreaties, to bring him to a more becoming state of mind. She promised
him abundance of good things if he would astonish Mr. Sponge with some of
his wonderful stories, and expatiated on Mr. Sponge's goodness in bringing
him the nice comfits, though Mrs. Jogglebury could not but in her heart
blame them for some little internal inconvenience the wonder had
experienced during the night.
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