'I'll tell you what all these little (hiccup) animals will be wanting,'
observed Sir Harry, as he cayenne-peppered a turkey's leg; 'they'll be come
for a (hiccup) hunt.'
'Wish they may get it,' observed Captain Seedeybuck; adding, 'why, the
ground's as hard as iron.'
'There's a big boy,' observed Miss Howard, eyeing George Cheek through the
window.
'Let's have him in, and see what he's got to say for himself,' said Miss
Glitters.
'_You_ ask him, then,' rejoined Miss Howard, who didn't care to risk
another rub.
'Peter,' said Lady Scattercash to the footman, who had been loitering
about, listening to the conversation,--'Peter, go and ask that tall boy
with the blue neckerchief and the riband round his hat to come in.'
'Yes, my lady,' replied Peter.
'And the (hiccup) Spooneys, and the (hiccup) Bulgeys, and the (hiccup)
Raws, and all the little (hiccup) rascals,' added Sir Harry.
'The Raws won't come. Sir H.,' observed Miss Howard soberly.
'Bigger fools they,' replied Sir Harry.
Presently Peter returned with a tail, headed by George Cheek, who came
striding and slouching up the room, and stuck himself down on Lady
Scattercash's right.
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