‘What mischief?’
‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. On this side stood the instruments with which the
latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint
and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a
laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a
campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. "'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work I'll be rumpling it. You promise me you’ll never
grow old, you hear?”
“I promise. Jim is up to
the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes
letters worse than Alice. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle
was certainly up against it, hard.
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