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Read Ebook: The Life and Work of Susan B. Anthony (Volume 2 of 2) Including Public Addresses Her Own Letters and Many From Her Contemporaries During Fifty Years by Harper Ida Husted
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"Yes, sah."
"Crackers? Cheese? Figs? Cake?" "Yes, sah, mos' wossifle."
"And what about the drink? Have you prepared the lemonade?"
"No, sah."
"No! Why not?"
"No lemons, sah."
"That's bad. And there is no drink, then?"
"Yes. sah. Ginger beer."
"Ginger beer. H'm! that will do," said the Venerable Patriarch, solemnly. "How much have you?"
"Ten gallons, mos' wossifle."
"What else have you?"
"Ten mince pies, twelve apple pies, a basket of tarts, a tin dipper, an iron pot, an iron spoon," said the Grand Panjandrum, rapidly enumerating the various items. "Fact," he continued, carried away by the ardor of the moment, "I'se got most nigh eberyting. Gracious sakes! you'll open your blessed eyes, mind I tell you! But what are you gwine to do about de bread and butter? Tell you what, boys! you've clean forgot de most 'portant of all."
"Silence!" cried the Venerable Patriarch, in an indignant voice, rapping his sword against the leg of the table.
"No levity," said the Venerable Patriarch, in a stern voice.
"Yes, sah," said the other, assuming an expression of awful solemnity.
"Venerable Warden!"
"Yes, Most Venerable Patriarch."
"The audience, is over! Escort the Grand Panjandrum to the outer world."
The Venerable Warden bowed, and led the way out, followed by his sable companion.
Scarcely had the door closed behind them than the scene underwent a sudden change. With a shout, the four figures flung off their white draperies, and kicked them into a corner of the room. Then they drew back the curtains, replaced the table and couch, while the light that now came into the room showed the laughing faces of four boys, which had nothing in common with the sepulchral figures that had taken part in the late scene.
Two of these boys were big, brawny, broad-shouldered fellows, with Roman features, and dark, curling hair. They very closely resembled one another. These were the two Rawdons, to whom the rooms belonged. The elder was named Bruce, and the younger Arthur. Of the others, one was tall and slight, Tom Crawford by name; and the other was small and slight, and was called Phil Kennedy.
"Hurrah, boys!" said Phil. "Isn't old Solomon a perfect brick of an old darkey? Do you fairly realize the fact that we are to have ten turkeys,--ten, my boys, instead of six?"
"And the spring chickens!" said Tom Crawford.
"And the mince pies!" said Bruce.
"And the ginger beer!" cried Arthur.
"The encampment, of the 'B. O. W. C.' is going to be a grand success," said Bruce. "It will be memorable forever in the history of the school."
"We ought to have a grand bonfire, and burn our Latin Grammars, before starting," said Tom Crawford.
"Yes," said Phil Kennedy, "and our Arithmetics too. I'd like to burn all the Arithmetics in the world."
"No, no," said Arthur, "don't let us have a bonfire. Let us have a burial, with a solemn procession, and a real burial service."
"Well, what'll we bury?"
"The Latin Grammar."
"No, Caesar."
"No, the Arithmetic."
"Let's bury them all; that is the best plan," said Phil.
"Yes," cried all; and a confused medley of proposals arose, in which all were talking together. In the midst of the uproar the door opened, and the Venerable Warden made his appearance. Throwing off his white robe, he disclosed the fair, round face of a fresh, handsome boy, with merry, mischievous eyes, and curling golden hair. That busy brain of his had been prolific in all sorts of plans dear to boys, while his generous nature and frank, pleasant manner made Bart Darner the favorite of Grand Pr? School.
"O, Bart," said Tom Crawford, "what about that powder?"
Bart left the room for a moment, and returned with a package under his arm.
"The powder?" said he. "It's all right. I've got it in my room."
"And the rods?"
"Yes, I've got the rods too."
"Any matches?"
"Matches? Of course not."
"Why, what'll we do for lights and fires?"
"Why not?"
"Why not? Who ever heard of matches in an Encampment of Knights? No, boys, flint and steel is the thing for us. That's what I've got; and I've made some first-rate tinder, and a lot of sulphur lights. Besides, I've got something to surprise you."
"What's that?"
"The dresses."
"Dresses?"
"Yes; come to my room, and I'll show you what I've got. It wouldn't do for us to go out and be brigands in ordinary jackets and trousers, I hope. Why," he concluded, in a tone of rebuke, "it would be infamous."
"And have you got any dresses in your room?" said Bruce.'
"Yes; come along and take a look at them."
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