Now, for a change, I am going to make a story about two disagreeable people, called Tommy Brock and Mr.
Tod moved OUT; because sometimes Tommy Brock moved IN; (without asking leave).
Tommy Brock was a short bristly fat waddling person with a grin; he grinned all over his face.
Now Tommy Brock did occasionally eat rabbit-pie; but it was only very little young ones occasionally, when other food was really scarce.
He sat in the sun, and conversed cordially with Tommy Brock, who was passing through the wood with a sack and a little spud which he used for digging, and some mole traps.
I shall have to turn vegetarian and eat my own tail!" said Tommy Brock.
"Was one of those letters from my old friend, Sir Franklin Brock?"
Among the rest of them, you have been in love with Miss Brock. No longer ago than this time last year there was a sneaking kindness between you and that young lady, to say the least of it.
Go to the Grange to-morrow, and stay there a week in Miss Brock's society.
-- If Miss Brock doesn't get us out of this mess," thought the wily old gentleman, as he resumed his place at the table, "my nephew's weather-cock of a head has turned steady with a vengeance!
Thorpe told her it would be in vain to go after the Tilneys; they were turning the corner into
Brock Street, when he had overtaken them, and were at home by this time.
On the most conspicuous of these heights stood a monument erected by the Provincial Legislature in memory of General
Brock, who was slain in a battle with the American forces, after having won the victory.
