The Scotch Twins

ISBN-13: 9781517464578 / Angielski / Miękka / 2015 / 110 str.

Lucy Fitch Perkins

Opis

" ...]ribbon Jean's true character stood revealed However prim and smooth she might make it look in front, where the cracked glass enabled her to keep an eye on it, behind her back, where she couldn't possibly see it, her hair broke into the jolliest little waves and curls, which bobbed merrily about even on the worst Saturday that ever was; and spoiled the effect whenever she tried to be severe. When she had given a final wipe with the brush, she took another look at Jock. There was still nothing to be seen of him but the shock of sandy hair and a series of bumps under the blanket. Jock could feel Jean looking at him right through the bed-clothes. "Jock," said Jean, -and her voice had a Saturday sound to it, -"You can't sleep in this day Get up " There was no answer. Jock might well have known that Jean was in no mood for trifling, but, having decided on his course of action, he stuck to it like a true Scotchman and neither moved nor opened his eyes. Jean was driven to desperate measures. She took a few drops of water in the dipper, marched firmly to the bedside, and stood with it poised directly above Jock's nose. "Jock," she said solemnly, "I'm telling you Don't ever say I didn't. If you don't stir yourself before I count five, you'll be sorry. One, two, three " Still no move from Jock. "Four, five," and, without further parley, she emptied the dipper on his freckled nose. There was a wrathful snort and a violent convulsion of the blankets, and an instant later Jock was tearing about the kitchen like a cat in a fit, but by this time Jean was out of doors and well beyond reach. ...]."