[Mr. Isaacs by F. Marion Crawford]@TWC D-Link bookMr. Isaacs CHAPTER IV 4/23
From a broad blue ribbon round its neck was suspended a small silver bell that tinkled spasmodically, as the lively little thing sprang from side to side in pursuit of the ball, alighting with apparent indifference on its head or its heels. So busy was the girl with her live plaything that she had not seen us dismount and approach her, and it was not till our feet sounded on the boards of the verandah that she looked up with a little start, and tried to rise to her feet.
Now any one who has sat sideways in a netted hammock, with feet swinging to the ground, and all the weight in the middle of the thing, knows how difficult it is to get out with grace, or indeed in any way short of rolling out and running for luck.
You may break all your bones in the feat, and you both look and feel as if you were going to.
Though we both sprang forward to her assistance, Miss Westonhaugh had recognised the inexpediency of moving after the first essay, and, with a smile of greeting, and the faintest tinge of embarrassment on her fair cheek, abandoned the attempt; the quaint little jackal sat up, backing against the side of the house, and, eyeing us critically, growled a little. "I'm so glad to see you, Mr.Isaacs.How do you do, Mr .-- --" "Griggs," murmured Isaacs, as he straightened a rope of the hammock by her side. "Mr.Griggs ?" she continued.
"We met last night, briefly, but to the point, or at least you and my uncle did.
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