“Marvellous!” said Clara, looking out the window.
#GROUP MESSAGING PEEKIT MOVIE#
“Uncle Eldridge said I’d be a millionaire when I grow up.” “I’m going to own a movie house of my own,” said Dulcie, “and be leading lady in all the pictures. “Aren’t we rich? Aren’t we all set for life?” piped Tris. Uncle Eldridge gave the kids the gold mine and the oil well and the rest, all in good faith, and-” I “Aw, say, Clara.” Jeremy Brayden lowered the Echo, which was in danger of taking fire from the flaming red of his face. “You own an oil well and some shares in the Smokeless Coal Corjjoration.” "Of course you are, darling,” murmured Clara. “You own a gold mine.”ĭulcie, of the honey-colored curls, put her dish away. "Why should you, dear?” said Clara sweetly. Young Tris dropped his spoon, clattering, shoved his oatmeal porridge away from him and said: “Aw, I don’t want that old stuff.” Jeremy smiled feebly and said, “Good morning.” He slunk to his chair and tried to disappear behind the Westhampton Morning Echo.
It thickened when he shaved, and by the time he reached the dining room, having tiptoed past Uncle Eldridge’s door, despite the fact that the kids were making enough noise to give a mummy the jumps, Clara’s blue eyes were darting bayonets and zigzags of lightning and thunder filled the house. Jeremy could feel storm in the air when he woke up. Uncle's fortune was a myth, he himself a pest but that was before the myth came galloping home in a cloud of dustĬLARA wasn’t in good humor this morning.