The Chronicles of Clovis
"Yessir, came down by the two-fifteen. Your parrot's dead."
The boy made the latter announcement with the relish which his class finds in proclaiming a catastrophe.
"My parrot dead?" said Groby. "What caused its death?"
"The ipe," said the boy briefly.
"The ipe?" queried Groby. "Whatever's that?"
"The ipe what the Colonel brought down with him," came the rather alarming answer.
"Do you mean to say my brother is ill?" asked Groby. "Is it something infectious?"
"Th' Colonel's so well as ever he was," said the boy; and as no further explanation was forthcoming. Groby had to possess himself in mystified patience till he reached home. His brother was waiting for him at the hall door.
"Have you heard about the parrot?" he asked at once. "'Pon my soul I'm awfully sorry. The moment he saw the monkey I'd brought down as a surprise for you he squawked out 'Rats to you, sir!' and the blessed monkey made one spring at him, got him by the neck and whirled him round like a rattle. He was as dead as mutton by the time I'd got him out
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