It was impossible, of course, to prevent some of all this leaking into the kitchen, the nursery, and the stable. In the first-mentioned spot, Quin remarked to the housemaid,—“Sure, it’s a quare evint entirely,” with which sentiment the housemaid agreed.
“Aunt Moss is a buster,” was Junkie’s ambiguous opinion, in which Flo and the black doll coincided.
“Tonal’,” said Roderick, as he groomed the bay horse, “the old wumman iss a fery tough person.”
To which “Tonal’” assented, “she iss, what-ë-ver.”
Chapter Fifteen.
Elephants Again—Followed by Something More Awful.
There came a rainy day at last at Kinlossie House. Such days will come at times in human experience, both in metaphor and fact. At present we state a fact.
“It will bring up the fush,” was Roderick’s remark, as he paused in the operation of cleaning harness to look through the stable door on the landscape; “an’ that wull please Maister MacRummle.”