A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

are in no position to argue. Come, Lucy." They
turned. "Oh, look--don't look! Oh, poor Mr.
Beebe! How unfortunate again--"
For Mr. Beebe was just crawling out of the
pond, On whose surface garments of an
intimate nature did float; while George, the
world-weary George, shouted to Freddy that
he had hooked a fish.
"And me, I've swallowed one," answered he
of the bracken. "I've swallowed a pollywog. It
wriggleth in my tummy. I shall die-- Emerson
you beast, you've got on my bags."
"Hush, dears," said Mrs. Honeychurch, who
found it impossible to remain shocked. "And
do be sure you dry yourselves thoroughly first.
All these colds come of not drying
thoroughly."
"Mother, do come away," said Lucy. "Oh for
goodness' sake, do come."