Which is all of them.
As soon as Mrs. Arty had guided Annie, the bashful maid, in
serving the vegetable soup, and had coaxed her into bringing Mr.
Wrenn a napkin, she took charge of the conversation, a luxury
which she would never have intrusted to her flock's amateurish
efforts. Mr. Poppins, said she, had spoken of meeting a friend
of Mr. Wrenn's; Mr. Morton, was it not? A very nice man, she
understood. Was it true that Mr. Wrenn and Mr. Morton had gone
clear across the Atlantic on a cattle-boat? It really was?
"Oh, how interesting!" contributed pretty Nelly Croubel, beside
Mr. Wrenn, her young eyes filled with an admiration which caused
him palpitation and difficulty in swallowing his soup. He was
confused by hearing old Samuel Ebbitt state:
"Uh-h-h-h--back in 18--uh--1872 the vessel _Prissie_--no, it was
1873; no, it must have been '72--"
"It was 1872, father," said Mrs. Ebbitt.
"1873. I was on a coasting-vessel, young man. But we didn't
carry cattle." Mr. Ebbitt inspected Horatio Hood Teddem darkly,
clicked his spectacle case sharply shut, and fell to eating,
as though he had settled all this nonsense.
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