M'Ginnis. I'll begin to-day."
"Begin what?"
"To prepare myself to bestow on him the thrashing of his life!" So
saying, Ravenslee stretched lazily and finally got up. "Good morning,
Mrs. Trapes!" said he.
"But where are ye going?" she demanded.
"To my peanuts," he answered gravely. "'Man is born to labour,' you,
know."
"But it's early yet."
"But I have much to do--and she laughed at me for being a peanut man,
did she, Mrs. Trapes--she frowned and flushed and stamped her pretty
foot at me, did she?"
"She did so, Mr. Geoffrey!"
"I'm glad!" he answered. "Yes, I'm very glad she frowned and stamped
her foot at me. By the way, I like that text in my bedroom."
"Text?" said Mrs. Trapes, staring.
"'Love one another,'" he nodded. "It is a very--very beautiful
sentiment--sometimes. Anyway, I'm glad she frowned and stamped at me,
Mrs. Trapes; you can tell her I said so if you happen to think of it
when she comes home." And Ravenslee smiled, and turning away, was gone.
"Well," said Mrs. Trapes, staring at the closed door, "of all the--well,
well!" Then she sighed, shook her head, and fell to washing up the
breakfast things.
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