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"Who was he?" said the high official, caressing the arm Cossar had gripped, and smiling with knit brows. "'E was a gentleman, Sir," said a porter, "anyhow. 'Im and all 'is party travelled first class." "Well, we got him and his stuff off pretty sharp whoever he was," said the high official, rubbing his arm with something approaching satisfaction.
"He's just doing it to get rid of you," she ses to Mrs. Jennings, "and if you give way you're a bigger silly than I took you for. Let 'im go on and 'ave his own way, and tell your intended about 'im when you see 'im. Arter all, you started it." "I was only 'aving a bit o' fun," ses Mrs. Jennings. "Well, so is he," ses Emma. "Not me!" ses Charlie, turning his eyes up.
A pause followed, and then the narrator, or rather commentator, resumed. "I'm thinkin' whan he begud to ken himsel' growin' auld, his deed cam back upon 'im fresh-like, an' that wad be hoo he cudna bide to hae my lady oot o' the sicht o' his een, or at least ayont the cry o' his tongue.
"There ye are at yer English again! an' misgugglin' Scriptur' wi' 't an' a' this upo' Setterday nicht maist the Sawbath day! Weel, I ha'e aye h'ard 'at Lon'on was an awfu' place, but I little thoucht the verra air o' 't wad sae sune turn an honest laad like Ma'colm MacPhail intill a scoffer. But maybe it's the markis o' 'im, an' no the muckle toon 'at's made the differ.
"If he's a friend of yours, miss, kindly get 'im to cheese it and get a move on. We're clearing out. There's nothing we can do. It's got too much of an 'old. In about another two ticks the roof's going to drop on us." Jill's friend came squeezing back through the opening. "Hullo! Still here?" He blinked approvingly at her through the smoke. "You're a little soldier!
When he asked somebody to lend 'im a pocket-'andkercher to turn into a white rabbit, Henery Walker rushed up and lent 'im 'is, but instead of a white rabbit it turned into a black one with two white spots on it, and arter Henery Walker 'ad sat for some time puzzling over it 'e got up and went off 'ome without saying good-night to a soul.
She did not know how much Luther knew of John's affairs with his men, nor what opinion Jake might have expressed to Luther. "Jake's a curious cub! He's been your dog, Lizzie, ever since that school business. I've heard 'im tell it over twenty times." "I wish we could find another like him," Elizabeth said wistfully.
"Then it was he remembered the words of Scripture and saved himself alive. 'The Lord is my 'Elper, 'e says, 'therefore I will fear nothing, and straightaway there came a cock-crowing and the street was empty from end to end. And after that the Lord was good to 'im and guided 'im 'ome." Teddy stared and caught at another question. "But who was the people," he asked, "who lived in all these 'ouses?
Fust of all he found fault with the chap 'e was playing with, and then he turned on the cook. "It's a pity you didn't see that in a dream," he ses, tryin' to sneer, on'y the sticking-plaster was too strong for 'im. "But I did see it," ses the cook, drawin' 'imself up. "Wot?" ses Ted, starting. "I dreamt it night afore last, just exactly as it 'appened," ses the cook, in a offhand way.
The stewards have neglected to serve soup to some negro, who at every meal has edged himself higher up the table, and whose conversation consists of whispering into the ear of a black neighbour, with an occasional guffaw like that of the 'laughing jackass. 'I say, daddee, I want my soop. All de passenger he drink 'im soop; me no drink my soop. What he mean dis palaver?
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