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"'Couldn't you find 'omes for 'em? ses Mr. Bunnett. "Henery Walker shook his 'ead agin. ''Tain't no use thinking o' that, he ses. 'There's more cats than 'omes about 'ere'. Why, Bill Chambers drownded six o'ny last week right afore the eyes of my pore little boy. Upset 'im dreadful it did. "Mr. Bunnett walked up and down the room thinking.
Bunnett. "'Why, Joseph! Joseph! Wotever are you a-thinking of? ses Bob, shaking 'is 'ead at the dog. 'I'm surprised at you! Don't you know Mr. Bunnett wot is so fond of animals? "'If you don't call 'im off, ses Mr. Bunnett, trembling all over, 'I'll have you locked up. "'I am a-calling 'im off, ses Bob, looking very puzzled. 'Didn't you 'ear me?
He ain't been wot I might call hisself for the last day or two, and I thought a little fresh air might do 'im good. "Mr. Bunnett just looked at him, and then 'e passed 'im by without a word. "'I wanted to ask your advice about 'im, ses Bob, turning round and follering of 'im. 'He's a delikit animal, and sometimes I wonder whether I 'aven't been a-pampering of 'im too much. "'Go away, ses Mr.
She ain't strong, pore thing, and it's better than wasting time and money up at the "Cauliflower." "He 'ad a lot o' talk with Mr. Bunnett for the next day or two, and when 'e went round with the toad on the third day as lively and well as possible the old gen'leman said it was a miracle. And so it would ha' been if it had been the same toad.
'He'd never forgive me; but if you'll take the responserbility, and then go straight 'ome and give me the gold watch now for kindness to animals, I will. "He shook his 'ead with sorrow and made that sucking noise agin. "'All right, you shall 'ave it, ses Mr. Bunnett, shouting. 'You shall 'ave it. "'For kindness to animals? ses Bob. 'Honour bright? "'Yes, ses Mr. Bunnett.
He was a-kneeling on the ground with 'is 'ead on one side looking at the toad; and by and by he pulled out 'is pocket'an'kercher and put the toad in it, as if it was made of egg-shells, and walked away. "'Wot's the matter with it? ses Mr. Bunnett, a'most trotting to keep up with 'im. "'Got it's leg 'urt in some way, pore thing, ses Bob.
Bunnett was passing and Peter Gubbins walked past 'is house one day with ole Mrs. Broad's cat in 'is arms. A bad-tempered old cat it was, and, wot with Peter kissing the top of its 'ead and calling of it Tiddleums, it nearly went out of its mind. "The fust time Mr. Bunnett see Bob Pretty was about a week arter he'd offered that gold watch.
Besides, p'r'aps it ain't 'is fault p'r'aps he's gone mad. "'HELP! ses the old gen'leman, in a voice that might ha' been heard a mile away. "'Why don't you keep quiet? ses Bob. 'You're on'y frightening the pore animal and making things worse. Joseph, leave go and I'll see whether there's a biskit in my pocket. Why don't you leave go? "'Pull him off. Hit 'im, ses Mr. Bunnett, shouting.
Bunnett 'is name was, and 'e come down and took Farmer Hall's 'ouse for the summer. Over sixty 'e was, and old enough to know better. He used to put saucers of milk all round the 'ouse for cats to drink, and, by the time pore Farmer Hall got back, every cat for three miles round 'ad got in the habit of coming round to the back-door and asking for milk as if it was their right.
"'If anybody 'as got anything to say agin my character, says Bob, 'I wish as they'd say it to my face. I'm a pore, hard-working man, and my character's all I've got. "'You're poorer than you thought you was then, says Mr. Bunnett. 'I wish you good arternoon. "'Good arternoon, sir, ses Bob, very humble.
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