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My jokes is good, high-grade jokes; an' when you-all talks of me bein' morose, it's a mere case of bluff. An' so Jaybird goes on a-holdin of himse'f funny ontil we- alls has him to bury. "No; Jaybird ain't his shore-'nough name; it's jest a handle to his 'dentity, so we-alls picks it up handy and easy. Jaybird's real name is Graingerford, Poindexter Graingerford.
Kernan entered the kitchen, exclaiming: "Such a sight! O, he'll do for himself one day and that's the holy alls of it. He's been drinking since Friday." Mr. Power was careful to explain to her that he was not responsible, that he had come on the scene by the merest accident. Mrs. Kernan, remembering Mr.
She said, "I mus' hurry back, or missus will fin' me out. You gib 'em to the man choppin' wood in de yard; he'll put 'em in de cellar for me. Missus is mighty hard on you alls;" and she hobbled back as fast as she could with two canes. But her mistress found out that she had been to see me, and told her she should never set her foot inside her yard again, neither should a Yankee.
It came from the windows of a wayside inn, a common place of call for farmers wending to or from Drayton Market, and one whose curious sign Desmond had many times studied with a small boy's interest. The inn was named the "Four Alls": its sign, a crude painting of a table and four seated figures, a king, a parson, a soldier, and a farmer. Beneath the group, in a rough scrawl, were the words
She ain't bad, but 'e's nice. They gone to the Oxford now. I wish you'd seen 'em start off in their broom!" "Broom?" "Yes, their carriage. They 'ave to 'ire one when they're in London so's to get about from one 'all to another. They act in two or three 'alls a night in London.
And I wanted to make friends among them, and see how they felt. "Lor' lumme its old 'Arry Lauder!" said one cockney. "God bless you, 'Arry many's the time I've sung with you in the 'alls. It's good to see you with us!" And so I was greeted everywhere. Man after man crowded around me to shake hands.
"Evening, miss! Going home early, ain't ye?" It was a miserable-looking woman in clothes that might have been stolen from a scarecrow. "Market full to-night, my dear? Look as if the dodgers had been at ye. Live? I live off of the lane. But lor' bless ye, I've lived in a-many places! Seen the day I lived in Soho Square. I was on the 'alls then.
Thar's the post-office for our letters; thar's the Red Light for our bug-juice; thar's the O. K. Restauraw for our grub; an' thar's the stage an' our ponies to pull our freight with when Wolfville life begins to pull on us as too pastoral, an' we thirsts for the meetropolitan gayety of Tucson. "As I says we alls has all that heart can hunger for; that is hunger on the squar'.
Yesterday I meet old Mac wot I used to meet about the 'alls I vos workin' along o' my boss... at the agent's it vos were I vos lookin' for a shop! The perfesh always makes a splash about its salaries, gentlemen, and Mac 'e vos telling me vot a lot o' monney he make on the Samuel Circuit and 'ow 'e 'ad it at home all ready to put into var savings certif'kits.
"I thought he was a stranger, sir; but of late I have begun to suspect he was not such a stranger as he seemed." "How did you meet him?" "Accidentally, sir, the night of your banquet in Market Drayton." "Indeed! 'Tis all vastly curious. Was he lodging in the town?" "He came in from Chester that night and lodged at the Four Alls." "With that disreputable sot Grinsell!" Clive paused.
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