Subsequently, there being apparently no
further call on his services, he broke his way into the rectory orchard,
where he found a hen turkey in a coop; later visitors to the orchard
found the coop almost intact, but very little left of the turkey.
Mr. Penricarde, a little stunned and shaken, and suffering from a bruised
knee and some minor damages, good-naturedly ascribed the accident to his
own inexperience with horses and country roads, and allowed Jessie to
nurse him back into complete recovery and golf-fitness within something
less than a week.
In the list of wedding presents which the local newspaper published a
fortnight or so later appeared the following item:
"Brown saddle-horse, 'The Brogue,' bridegroom's gift to bride."
"Which shows," said Toby Mullet, "that he knew nothing."
"Or else," said Clovis, "that he has a very pleasing wit."
THE HEN
"Dora Bittholz is coming on Thursday," said Mrs. Sangrail.
"This next Thursday?" asked Clovis
His mother nodded.
"You've rather done it, haven't you?" he chuckled; "Jane Martlet has only
been here five days, and she never stays less than a fortnight, even when
she's asked definitely for a week. You'll never get her out of the house
by Thursday."
"Why should I?" asked Mrs. Sangrail; "she and Dora are good friends,
aren't they? They used to be, as far as I remember."
"They used to be; that's what makes them all the more bitter now. Each
feels that she has nursed a viper in her bosom.
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