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The Adventures of Harry Richmond

CHAPTER VI
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She's harder 'n both, once she takes 't into her head.' 'By jingo, she's pig-iron!' cried Temple, and sighed, 'Oh, dear old Heriot!' I flung myself beside him to talk of our lost friend.
A great commotion stirred the boys.

They shrieked at beholding their goose vanish in a pot for stewing.

They wanted roast-goose, they exclaimed, not boiled; who cared for boiled goose! But the woman asked them how it was possible to roast a goose on the top of wood-flames, where there was nothing to hang it by, and nothing would come of it except smoked bones! The boys groaned in consternation, and Saddlebank sowed discontent by grumbling, 'Now you see what your jolly new acquaintances have done for you.' So we played at catch with the Dutch cheese, and afterwards bowled it for long-stopping, when, to the disgust of Saddlebank and others, down ran the black-haired girl and caught the ball clean at wicket-distance.
As soon as she had done it she was ashamed, and slunk away.
The boys called out, 'Now, then, pig-iron!' One fellow enraged me by throwing an apple that hit her in the back.

We exchanged half-a-dozen blows, whereupon he consented to apologize, and roared, 'Hulloa, pig-iron, sorry if I hurt you.' Temple urged me to insist on the rascal's going on his knees for flinging at a girl.
'Why,' said Chaunter, 'you were the first to call her pig-iron.' Temple declared he was a blackguard if he said that.

I made the girl take a piece of toffy.
'Aha!' Saddlebank grumbled, 'this comes of the precious company you would keep in spite of my caution.' The man told us to go it, for he liked to observe young gentlemen enjoying themselves.


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