All the Brownlows of St. Kenelm's,
From the Folly and from Kencroft.
Robert, the aspiring soldier,
Robert, too, the sucking chemist,
John, the Skipjack full of mischief,
John, the great originator,
Allen, the-—"
"Allen the uncommon gaby," broke in Bobus. "Come, don't waste time,
something must be done."
"Yes, a rational letter must be written and signed by you all," said
his mother. "The question is whether it would be better to do it
through your uncle or Mr. Ogilvie."
"I don't see why my father should hear of it, or Mr. Ogilvie either,"
growled Rob. "I didn't do those donkeyfied ears."
"You did the writing, which was five hundred times more donkeyfied,"
said Jock.
"It is quite impossible to keep either of them in ignorance," said
Caroline.
"Yes," repeated all her own three; Jock adding "Father would have
known it as soon as you, and I don't see that my uncle is much
worse."
"He ain't so soft," exclaimed Johnny, roused to loyal defence of his
parent.
"Soft!" cried Jock, indignantly; "I can tell you father did pitch
into me when I caught the old lady's bonnet out at the window with a
fishing-rod."
"He never flogged you," said Johnny contemptuously.
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