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Title: Lob Lie-by-the-fire : or, The luck of Lingborough and other tales
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885 Woodward, Alice B
Subjects: Fantasy Short stories, English
Publisher: (London) : G. Bell
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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one at the end, said Robin,confidentially. Mamma said we werent to men-tion him, but I think thats because were children.—Youre grown up, you know, so Ill show youthe book, and you can see for yourself, he went on,drawing * The Peace-Egg from his pocket; there,thats the picture of him, on the last page; black,with horns and a tail. The old mans stern face relaxed into a broadSmile as he examined the grotesque woodcut; butwhen he turned to the first page the smile vanishedin a deep frown, and his eyes shone like hot coalswith anger. He had seen Robins name. Who sent you here ? he asked, in a hoarse voice. Speak, and speak the truth ! Did your mothersend you here ? Robin thought the old man was angry with themfor playing truant. He said, slowly, N—no. Shedidnt exactly send us; but I dont think shell mindaur having come if we get back in time for supper.Mamma never forbid our going mumming, youknow. I dont suppose she ever thought of it, Nicholas The old man and the Mummers (p. 185).
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THE PEACE-EGG 185 said, candidly, wagging his curly head from side toside. She knows were mummers, said Robin, forshe helped us. When we were abroad, you know,she used to tell us about the mummers acting atChristmas, when she was a little girl; and so we.thought wed be mummers, and so we acted to papa/and mamma, and so we thought wed act to themaids, but they were cleaning the passages, and sowe thought wed really go mumming ; and weve gotseveral other houses to go to before supper-time;wed better begin, I think, said Robin; and with-out more ado he began to march round and round,raising his sword and shouting,— I am St. George, who from Old England sprung,My famous name throughout the world hath rung. And the performance went off quite as creditably asbefore. As the children acted the old mans anger woreoff. He watched them with an interest he could notrepress. When Nicholas took some hard thwacksfrom St. George without flinching, the old manclapped his hands ; and, after the encou

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