BlogHide Resteemsjeffteague3 (26)in banana • 4 years agoBanana and some boiled eggEarly in the morning Rikki-tikki came to early breakfast in the veranda riding on Teddy's shoulder, and they gave him banana and some boiled egg. He sat on all their laps one after the other…jeffteague3 (26)in upright • 4 years agoBolt-uprightShe placed a chair for him, and they sat facing each other, with the table between them. He sat bolt-upright, toeing out his heavy feet squarely, glancing with a good-humored uneasiness around the…jeffteague3 (26)in calico • 4 years agoCalico sewing apronShe never wore it without her calico sewing apron over it unless she had a guest. She had barely folded the pink and white one with methodical haste and laid it in a table-drawer when the door…jeffteague3 (26)in twilight • 4 years agoTwilight had deepenedThe twilight had deepened; the chorus of the frogs floated in at the open window wonderfully loud and shrill, and once in a while a long sharp drone from a tree-toad pierced it. Louisa took off her…jeffteague3 (26)in corncakes • 4 years agoNicely baked thin corn-cakesAfter tea she filled a plate with nicely baked thin corn-cakes, and carried them out into the back-yard. "Ceasar!" she called. "Ceasar! Ceasar!" There was a little rush, and the clank of a chain…jeffteague3 (26)in food • 4 years agoFood should vanishThey whispered about it among themselves. Their daily tables were laid with common crockery, their sets of best china stayed in the parlor closet, and Louisa Ellis was no richer nor better bred than…jeffteague3 (26)in guest • 4 years agoVeritable guestLouisa was slow and still in her movements; it took her a long time to prepare her tea; but when ready it was set forth with as much grace as if she had been a veritable guest to her own self. The…jeffteague3 (26)in apron • 4 years agoGreen apronLouisa tied a green apron round her waist, and got out a flat straw hat with a green ribbon. Then she went into the garden with a little blue crockery bowl, to pick some currants for her tea. After…jeffteague3 (26)in commotion • 4 years agoSoft diurnal commotionThis soft diurnal commotion was over Louisa Ellis also. She had been peacefully sewing at her sitting-room window all the afternoon. Now she quilted her needle carefully into her work, which she…jeffteague3 (26)in light • 4 years agoLight was waningIt was late in the afternoon, and the light was waning. There was a difference in the look of the tree shadows out in the yard. Somewhere in the distance cows were lowing and a little bell was…jeffteague3 (26)in temper • 4 years agoPursuits or temperThe truth is that very little was known of Mr Abney’s pursuits or temper. The Professor of Greek at Cambridge had been heard to say that no one knew more of the religious beliefs of the later pagans…jeffteague3 (26)in orphan • 4 years agoLeft an orphanThe post-chaise had brought him from Warwickshire, where, some six months before, he had been left an orphan. Now, owing to the generous offer of his elderly cousin, Mr Abney, he had come to live at…jeffteague3 (26)in light • 4 years agoevening lightAn evening light shone on the building, making the window-panes glow like so many fires. Away from the Hall in front stretched a flat park studded with oaks and fringed with firs, which stood out…jeffteague3 (26)in house • 4 years agoTall square red-brick houseHe saw a tall, square, red-brick house, built in the reign of Anne; a stone-pillared porch had been added in the purer classical style of 1790; the windows of the house were many, tall and narrow…jeffteague3 (26)in hall • 4 years agoAswarby HallIt was, as far as I can ascertain, in September of the year 1811 that a post-chaise drew up before the door of Aswarby Hall, in the heart of Lincolnshire. The little boy who was the only passenger…jeffteague3 (26)in arrival • 4 years agoThe new arrival"Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the next one." Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. the words died away…jeffteague3 (26)in wind • 4 years agoHark at the wind"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of preventing his son from seeing it. "I'm listening," said the latter grimly…jeffteague3 (26)in night • 4 years agoNight was cold and wetWithout, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnum villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess; the former, who possessed ideas…jeffteague3 (26)in unsatisfactory • 4 years agoUnsatisfactory and irritatingIn the same way, when we are in love we are never tired of asking ourselves questions: whether it is honourable or dishonourable, sensible or stupid, what this love is leading up to, and so on.…jeffteague3 (26)in russians • 4 years agoRussians of the educated class"We Russians of the educated class have a partiality for these questions that remain unanswered. Love is usually poeticized, decorated with roses, nightingales; we Russians decorate our loves with…