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Come on, Missus! That's right. We'll all 'ave meat pies! This 'ere's sumfin like Christmas, eh? We've not 'ad a Christmas like this not for many a long year. Now, 'urry up, Kid. Don't spend all yer time larfin'. Now, ladies an' gents, 'oo's fer a sausage roll? All of us? Come on, then!
At last he pulled his horse to a standstill, and descended from his seat. "This 'ere's the place," he said, "and that's the street he bolted down. Yer can't mistake it. Now let's have a look at yer suvering, guvner, and then I'll be off home to bed, and it's about time too." I paid him the sum I had promised him, and then made my way down the narrow street, in the direction Hayle had taken.
Ah, I see yer kissin' in the first class there! somebody shouted, just as Dick was clamouring into the forward truck. 'Lordy! 'Ere's a real live passenger for the Kew, Tanai, Acton, and Ealin' train. Echo, sir. Speshul edition! Star, sir. 'Shall I get you a foot-warmer? said another. 'Thanks.
The judge asked the cause of their difference, when the foreman answered with great simplicity, "Why, Judge, this 'ere's the difficulty: the jury wants to know whether that 'ar what you told us, when we went out, was r'aly the law, or whether it was on'y jist your notion."
He seemed to look on it as one of these things which no fellow can understand. "'Ere's one of 'em, Mr. Jackson," he said, as if he hoped that Mike might be satisfied with a compromise. "One? What's the good of that, Edmund, you chump? I can't go over to school in one shoe."
"Well," said Aunt Ruey, drawing a sigh which caused her plump proportions to be agitated in gentle waves, "'tain't much matter, after all, what they call the little thing, for 'tain't 'tall likely it's goin' to live, cried and worried all night, and kep' a-suckin' my cheek and my night-gown, poor little thing! This 'ere's a baby that won't get along without its mother.
It's Casey Ryan that's tellin' yuh, an' yuh better heed what he says, before you're tore from limb to limb!" "B-but, Casey! This 'ere's a shurf's possy!" The voice of Barney rose in a protesting 'squawk. "I brung 'em all the way over here to your rescue! They brung a cor'ner to view your remains! Don't you know your pardner, BARNEY OAKES? "Ah-h I know yuh think I don't?
'Ere's a well-furnished place for a chap to sit in!" he glanced bitterly round the bare kitchen, which had none of the little properties of the country poor, no chest, no set of mahogany drawers, no comfortable chair, nothing, but the dresser and the few rush chairs and the table, and a few odds and ends of crockery and household stuff "wouldn't we all a bin on the parish, if we 'adn't starved fust wouldn't we? jes' answer me that!
All this I remarked before I took notice of him who had intercepted me, and demanded what he wanted. "Hey, Bill!" he cried with an oath to a man who stood on the steps opposite; "'ere's a soft un as has put 'is gill in." The man responded, and behind him came two more of the same feather, and suddenly I found myself surrounded by an ill-smelling crowd of flashy men and tawdry women.
"Yes, I know you right enough, but I don't know your company. I'm not taking up strangers." "Lord love ye! This aint a stranger!" exclaimed Peke. "This 'ere's old David, a friend o' mine as is out o' work through gittin' more years on 'is back than the British Gov'ment allows, an' 'e's trampin' it to see 'is relations afore 'e gits put to bed wi' a shovel.
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