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The usual, sign had been replaced by a shorter one: "S. Trapp. Gone Driving." "If folks," said he, "ha'n't the foresight to get swept afore Midsummer, I don't humour 'em." "Are are you really going for a drive, sir?" I stammered. "To be sure I am. I drive every day in the summer. What do you suppose?" "It won't be a chaise and pair, sir?" I hazarded, though even this would not have surprised me.
In wealth or in trouble, I always told grandfather you would come back. . . . That hat, now the very latest I'll be bound. . . . And how is your good gentleman?" "Mother! Please do not call him that!" "Why, you ha'n't quarrelled, ha' you?" "Indeed, no." "That's right." Mrs. Josselin nodded, looking extremely wise.
The neighbour who waited on her in moments spared from her own household labours came in. She held a cup of paste made from cornflour in her hand, and stirred the mixture invitingly. "It's time yu had suffin' inside of yer, Mis' Green," she said. "Yu ha'n't tasted wittels since that mossel o' bread-an'-butter yu fancied las' night."
Branghton, "have you been at Sadler's Wells yet?" "No, Sir." "No! why, then you've seen nothing!" "Pray, Miss," said the son, "how do you like the Tower of London?" "I have never been to it, Sir." "Goodness!" exclaimed he, "not seen the Tower!-why, may be, you ha'n't been o' top of the Monument, neither?" "No, indeed, I have not."
Jarvis was outside and collared him, but thought he was Russell's son-in-law, ho, ho, ho! and let him off, ho, ho, ho! Tell ye, Jarvis feels thunderin' small 'bout it. Ha'n't been reound this mornin'." "Well, I'll leave my warrant with your big-wigs, and come after my man when they've got through with him," said the New York detective, turning away.
But what I will say is that if any young lady within the sound of my voice," he looked round for the applause which did not fail him in his parody of the pulpit style "should get an invitation to a dance next winta, and should feel it a wo'k of a charity to the young man to go, she'll be sorry on his account, rememba that she ha'n't got this pair o' slippas. "The'a!
I may not be able to give you the best advice, for I a'n't so wise as you seem to think I be; however, I ha'n't lived nigh fifty years in the world for naught, I trust, and without havin' learnt some things worth knowin'; and though my counsel mayn't be worth much, still you shall have the best I can give."
"Don't he down-hearted, sir. You may rise yet." Mr. George laughs and drinks. "Ha'n't you no relations, now," asks Grandfather Smallweed with a twinkle in his eyes, "who would pay off this little principal or who would lend you a good name or two that I could persuade my friend in the city to make you a further advance upon? Two good names would be sufficient for my friend in the city.
Cynthy and her visitor were both taking the benefit of the chill blast which rushed in at the open door. "The room?" said Mr. Carleton. "The room where the body lies?" "Yes it's dreadful chill in there when the stove aint heated, and she sits there the hull time. And she ha'n't got much to boast of now; she looks as if a feather would blow her away."
On its being repeated, with, "D' ye hear?" he replied that he heard well enough. "Well, then, look about ye sharp, or maybe, you'll be out in the cold," said the farmer. "Na," returned Master Gammon, "ah never frets till I'm pinched." "I've given ye notice," said the farmer. "No, you ha'n't," said Master Gammon. "I give ye notice now." "No, you don't." "How d' ye mean?"
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