Children of the Dear Cotswolds
cause of a really striking resemblance to the statesman at that time familiarly known as "Bobby Lowe." Anyway the name expressed her, and Bobby she remained to the end
dents and the whole hunting youth of the countryside passed through her kind hands, and
n or golden, that she had a story of her own apart from the "Moonstone" and her "boys"; but we took her for granted no
were capable of using it with some discretion. And how carefully she looked after the digestions of such as were inexperienced in the matter of drinks! "What?" she would exclaim, "gr
lly, "it isn't me that can stop 'im, but with these young chaps j
esh from school where there is no
gentleman should be able to take his glass sociable-like, and friendly. There don't seem no good fellow
sort of natural for a man to swear if he's a bit taken to or astonished," she would say in lenient mood, "but when they go
by one of Bobby's old friends who respected what he probably called her "fads." If the new-comer profited by the warning all went well, but if he offended a second time he was forcibly eje
innings at billiards or otherwise: and every Sunday saw her slowly taking her decoro
as requiring much maternal supervision, both digestively and morally. "Law! They may talk about their science and their chemi
by) should get entangled in the meshes of a minx, or more dreadful still, "marry beneath him" roused Bobby as did nothing else. How she got her information no one could ever imagine, but she always knew when anything of the kind was afoot, and Machiavellian were her methods of preventing such a
d's stout, comfortable, little figure, and for a minute or two neither she nor the stranger can see each other very clearly. And then, what a talking over of old days there would be! What asking after old chums! At such times Bobby would even give us news of the minxes. Poor pretty minxes, did any of you ever marry gentlemen I wonder? They were really very nice those minxes! But we don't remember them as we remember Bobby-Bob