![]() It was a curious gown, and very cheap, for Mrs Grumbit was poor. She wore an old-fashioned, high-crowned cap, and a gown of bed-curtain chintz, with flowers on it the size of a saucer. Mrs Grumbit was mild, and gentle, and little, and thin, and old,-perhaps seventy-five but no one knew her age for certain, not even herself. There they condescended to repose in peace. Mrs Grumbit invariably placed them on the right part of her nose, and they as invariably slid down the curved slope until they were brought up by the little hillock at the end. When deeply interested in anything, Martin was as grave and serious as a philosopher.Īunt Dorothy Grumbit had a turned-up nose,-a very much turned-up nose so much so, indeed, that it presented a front view of the nostrils! It was an aggravating nose, too, for the old lady’s spectacles refused to rest on any part of it except the extreme point. But the instant he opened his dark-brown eyes, a thousand dimples and wrinkles played over his visage, chiefly at the corners of his mouth and round his eyes as if the spirit of fun and the spirit of mischief had got entire possession of the boy, and were determined to make the most of him. ![]() When asleep Martin’s face was the perfection of gentle innocence. But the latter was seldom visible, owing to the thickly-clustering fair curls that overhung it. He had fat rosy cheeks, a round rosy mouth, a straight delicately-formed nose, a firm massive chin, and a broad forehead. The doctor said that Martin was a scamp.Īnd yet Martin had not the appearance of a scamp. Not so the doctor, a pursy little man with a terrific frown, who hated boys, especially little ones, with a very powerful hatred. And the vicar was a good judge for he had five boys of his own, besides three other boys, the sons of a distant relative, who boarded with him and he had lived forty years in a parish overflowing with boys, and he was particularly fond of boys in general. The vicar, an old whiteheaded man, with a kind, hearty countenance, said that the child was full of mischief, full of mischief but he would improve as he grew older, he was quite certain of that. Men laughed when they said he was a bad boy, as if they did not quite believe their own assertion. No one seemed to bear Martin Rattler ill-will, notwithstanding his alleged badness. It is a curious fact, however, that, although most of the people in the village of Ashford seemed to agree with Mrs Grumbit in her opinion of Martin, there were very few of them who did not smile cheerfully on the child when they met him, and say, “Good day, lad!” as heartily as if they thought him the best boy in the place. At least his aunt, Mrs Dorothy Grumbit, said so and certainly she ought to have known, if anybody should, for Martin lived with her, and was, as she herself expressed it, “the bane of her existence the very torment of her life.” No doubt of it whatever, according to Aunt Dorothy Grumbit’s showing, Martin Rattler was “a remarkably bad boy.” ![]() Nice to use in the back yard.Chapter One. Posted by Coach Glen Bennett on 16th Apr 2021Īnother innovative product from Bohning. It' s great for when you are shooting close quarters indoors and don' t need to worrie about poking anyone with your arrows while wearing a side quiver. I got this for while doing Vegas Shoots through my local Bow Shop. get product and I think i might get the rest of the family one !! will hold oversized arrows comfortably, I was using Gold tip 22' s and they felt solidly secure right in my back pocket. What a great little piece to add to your kit, Perfect for the backyard or 3D practice. Posted by Rhys Aizlewood on 18th Jul 2021 Don' t need go to field to practice with belt quiver. Last week I tested and is really a great gadget. Makes an afternoon of practice easier then dragging around a full quiver
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