The Holiday Round eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 274 pages of information about The Holiday Round.

The Holiday Round eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 274 pages of information about The Holiday Round.

There is perhaps nothing in that which demands an immediate answer, but with business-like promptitude Margery replied:—­

My dear uncle thank you for your letter I am glad you are coming next week baby is quite well now are you p t o coming on Thursday next week or not say yes if you are I am p t o sorry you are working so hard from your loving Margie.”

I said “Yes,” and that I was her loving uncle.  It seemed to be then too late for a “P.T.O.,” but I got one in and put on the back, “Love to Baby.”  The answer came by return of post:—­

My dear uncle thank you for your letter come erly on p t o Thursday come at half past nothing baby sends her love and so do p t o I my roking horse has a sirrup broken isnt that a pity say yes or no good-bye from your loving Margie.”

Of course I thanked Baby for her love and gave my decision that it was a pity about the rocking-horse.  I did it in large capitals, which (as I ought to have said before) is the means of communication between Margery and her friends.  For some reason or other I find printing capitals to be more tiring than the ordinary method of writing.

My dear uncle,” wrote Margery—­

But we need not go into that.  What I want to say is this:  I love to get letters, particularly these, but I hate writing them, particularly in capitals.  Years ago, I used to answer Margery’s letters for her.  It is now her turn to answer mine for me.

CHUM

It is Chum’s birthday to-morrow, and I am going to buy him a little whip for a present, with a whistle at the end of it.  When I next go into the country to see him I shall take it with me and explain it to him.  Two days’ firmness would make him quite a sensible dog.  I have often threatened to begin the treatment on my very next visit, but somehow it has been put off; the occasion of his birthday offers a last opportunity.

It is rather absurd, though, to talk of birthdays in connection with Chum, for he has been no more than three months old since we have had him.  He is a black spaniel who has never grown up.  He has a beautiful astrakhan coat which gleams when the sun is on it; but he stands so low in the water that the front of it is always getting dirty, and his ears and the ends of his trousers trail in the mud.  A great authority has told us that, but for three white hairs on his shirt (upon so little do class distinctions hang), he would be a Cocker of irreproachable birth.  A still greater authority has sworn that he is a Sussex.  The family is indifferent—­it only calls him a Silly Ass.  Why he was christened Chum I do not know; and as he never recognizes the name it doesn’t matter.

When he first came to stay with us I took him a walk round the village.  I wanted to show him the lie of the land.  He had never seen the country before and was full of interest.  He trotted into a cottage garden and came back with something to show me.

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