Nellie's Memories (Volume 9) (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1868. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... impish favourite to him; 'nasty the infidel--the heretic.' 'Shut up, you idiot; I tell you all the time you were gone the brute sniffed and howled and bit at my fingers, till I could have wrung its neck; I can show the marks.' 'Ail the time--why, it was not five minutes I just ran to fetch some aromatic vinegar, and on my return found the interesting patient, his night-cap awry--' 'Don't wear one, ' shouted his companion. 'Well, don't interrupt me--found him, I say, sitting up in bed red in the face, and grappling fiercely with Sprite.' 'Yes, and in trying to induce me to take some of the aromatic bosh, --whether externally or internally, I am sure I don't know, --he spilt half oh the bed and half on me.' 'Sprite shook my arm, ' cried Herwald, shaking with laughter. 'Well, I am glad the little brute got some on her tail then, serves her right. Well, Nellie, you can understand it does not improve a headache having a fencing-match at unearthly hours; and when I got him and his precious pet out of the room, by main force, I was glad to lie down on my scented bed and sleep it off.' 'I'll give you a cup of tea if you will but leave off talking, and come to breakfast; you forget I am nearly famished with my three hours' fast.' 'And the devilled kidneys are cold, ' exclaimed Herwald, seating himself with a hurried grace. 'Halloa what's this rubbish, Nellie?' Rubbish, indeed I put them carefully aside, the relics of ray morning rambles; only a leaf from the fernery, a smooth white pebble from the stream, a forget-me-not from the bank where Milly and I had sat, a pheasant's feather picked up on a mossy knoll; but they were precious to me, and to be treasured as such. A softened gravity stole over our young host's face, as he watched me put them up. 'I can hardly believe