And this morning, he got up quite early,
quite early, and has been out ever so long, and only came in for
breakfast just now! just before the bell rung."
"I like a ride before breakfast," says Clive.
"A ride! I know where you have been, sir! He goes away morning after
morning, to that little Mr. Ridley's--his chums, papa, and he comes back
with his hands all over horrid paint. He did this morning; you know you
did, Clive."
"I did not keep any one waiting, Rosa," says Clive. "I like to have two
or three hours at my painting when I can spare time." Indeed, the poor
fellow used so to run away of summer meetings for Ridley's instructions,
and gallop home again, so as to be in time for the family meal.
"Yes," cries Rosey, tossing up the cap and ribbons, "he gets up so early
in the morning, that at night he falls asleep after dinner; very pleasant
and polite, isn't he, papa?"
"I am up betimes too, my dear," says the Colonel (many and many a time he
must have heard Clive as he left the house); "I have a great many letters
to write, affairs of the greatest importance to examine and conduct.
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