Of sitting on the big sofa beside her, and
teasing her about Captain Cloherty and the adventure in which Tinker
took a leading part.
"If you go telling tales to the Doctor, you'll be sorry!"
"How can you make me sorry?"
"Wait awhile and you'll find out! There are plenty ways to teach
little boys manners! Oh, look now what you've done! You've made me
pull the thread out o' me needle. Thread it now, you!"
Then Larry, with his quick eye and steady hand, would annoy her by
threading it as deftly as she herself could have done, would possibly
contribute some enormous stitches to the confection, and, by the time
its construction was seriously resumed, the collaborators on the big
sofa would have advanced a stage further on the road through the
jungle, that had, with so much foresight and patience, been prepared
for them.
Young Mr. Coppinger's hopes and fears as to his prospects of becoming
a Member of Parliament varied no more than was suitable in the
possessor of the artistic temperament, but Barty, his agent in chief,
maintained an attitude of unbroken pessimism. That whisper of the
secret and late-declared antagonism of the Church had reached him, and
in the secure seclusion of his own office he inveighed against
clerical interference with all the fierceness of a dog chained in his
kennel, who knows that his adversaries are as unable to touch him as
he is to injure them.
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