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"'Yes, ses Bob, shaking his silly 'ead; 'but it wasn't no surprise to me. I've 'ad my eye on 'im for a long time past. "'I thought 'e was married, ses the cook. "'So he is, ses Bob, 'and to the best wife in London. I know where she lives. Mine's a bottle o' Bass, he ses, turning to me. "'So's mine, ses the cook.
He went up slowly, and just as 'e reached the deck Jimmy started up and called 'im. Bill pretended not to 'ear, and the boy ran up on deck and follered 'im; and arter a little while they both came down again together. "Did you wish to speak to me, my lad?" says Bill, 'olding 'is 'ead up. "Yes," says the boy, fiddling with 'is fingers; "if you keep your ugly mouth shut, we'll go shares."
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.
"Hullo, puddin' 'ead," he began, "'ow's your pa and your ma to-day? Find the Old Bailey a 'ealthy place, don't they?" Reginald favoured the speaker by way of answer with a stare of mingled scorn and wrath, which greatly elevated that gentleman's spirits. "'Ow long is it they've got? Seven years, ain't it? My eye, they won't know you when they come out, you'll be so growed."
"You move 'and or foot, Slane," said Simmons, "an' I'll kick Jerry Blazes' 'ead in, and shoot you after." "I ain't movin'," said the Corporal, raising his head; "you daren't 'it a man on 'is legs. Let go o' Jerry Blazes an' come out o' that with your fistes. Come an' 'it me. You daren't, you bloom- in' dog-shooter!" "I dare." "You lie, you man-sticker. You sneakin', Sheeny butcher, you lie.
He stood turning it over and over, and at last, arter Sam, wot was always a curious man, 'ad told 'im that if he didn't open it he'd do it for 'im, he tore it open and read it. "It's from my old uncle, George Goodman," he ses, staring. "Why, I ain't seen 'im for over twenty years." "Do you owe 'im any money?" ses Sam. Peter shook his 'ead.
"Oh, 'e be a bad man, be Black Jarge when 'e's took, for 'e 'ave a knack, d'ye see, of takin' 'old o' the one nighest to un, and a-heavin' of un over 'is 'ead'." "Extremely unpleasant!" said I. "Just what he done this marnin' wi' Sam," nodded the Innkeeper "hove un out into the road, 'e did." "And what did Sam do?" I inquired. "Oh! Sam were mighty glad to get off so easy."
"There was a fine to-do about it up at this 'ere Cauliflower public-'ouse that night, and the quietest man 'o the whole lot was Bob Pretty. He sat still all the time drinking 'is beer and smiling at 'em and giving 'em good advice 'ow to get that gold watch. "'It's no good to me, he ses, shaking his 'ead. 'I'm a pore labourin' man, and I know my place.
Miss Anna, Herr Kreutzer and the fine young man who had been kind to them, who, ten minutes earlier, had all been real and potent interests, dimmed into hazy phantoms of a bygone activity of mind. "Oh, ar-r-r-r-r-r!" M'riar groaned. "Th' bloomink ship is standin' on 'er bloody 'ead, yn't 'er?" "Garn! Keep yer 'ead flat. Lay down," the stewardess replied, "er you'll be." M'riar kept her head flat.
"Bein' troubled with my 'ead," said Mrs. Sampson, "thro' 'avin' been out in the sun all day a-washin', I did not feel so partial to my bed that night as in general, so went down to the kitching with the intent of getting a linseed poultice to put at the back of my 'ead, it being calculated to remove pain, as was told to me, when a nuss, by a doctor in the horspital, 'e now bein' in business for hisself, at Geelong, with a large family, 'avin' married early.
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