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I don't know what we should have done without it." "Aw, Chee!" said Mr. Jarvis. "Then good-by for the present." "Good-by, boss. Good-by, loidy." Long Otto pulled his forelock, and, accompanied by the cats and the dog, they left the room. When Mr. Renshaw and the others had followed them, John rang the bell for Pugsy. "Ask Mr. Scobell to step in," he said. The man of many enterprises entered.
But William Henry, now a sturdy little fellow of a-year-and-a-half, tightened his arms around his friend's neck and yelled his disapproval right valiantly. "Well, now, will yer look at that!" cried the little mother proudly. "Wot'll Daddy say w'en I tell 'im? The little rascal's so took with the young loidy. 'Ush up there now, bless 'is 'eart. See, 'e'll go with mammy."
Come on in; Oi'll give ye number forty-two, thet's next behint me own room, an' we'll go up the back sthairs. Hilp the young loidy, Jack, fer shure ye know the way." She disappeared, evidently with some hospitable purpose in view, and Keith, clasping the girl's hand, undertook the delicate task of safely escorting her through the dark kitchen, and up the dimly remembered stairs.
"Dat's right. It ain't up to me to come buttin' in. Sorry, boss. Sorry, gents. Sorry loidy. Me for de tall grass." "There's a luggage-cart of sorts," said Lord Dreever, pointing. "Sure," said Spike, affably. He trotted away. "Jump in, Pitt," said Lord Dreever. "I'm going to walk." "No, I'll walk," said Jimmy. "I'd rather. I want a bit of exercise. Which way do I go?"
"And if you sit tight here for five years, you are going to be wealthy?" asked Eleanor, taking her by the hand and leading her out to the woods. The unwonted act almost startled the little face. She looked up at Eleanor questioningly. "Y's, mam, waal-thy," she said. "Faather sez when we're waal-thy, he'll be a gen'leman an' Oil be a loidy."
Old Friard had accidentally done up the ticket with my mask. A Blue Domino; evidently I wasn't the only person who was going to a masquerade. Without doubt this fair demoiselle was about to join the festivities of some shop-girls' masquerade, where money and pedigree are inconsequent things, and where everybody is either a "loidy" or a "gent."
"Say on, Comrade Maloney." "Dere's a loidy out dere wit a letter for Mr. Renshaw." "Have you acquainted her with the fact that Mr. Renshaw has passed to other climes?" "Huh?" "Have you, in the course of your conversation with this lady, mentioned that Mr. Renshaw has beaten it?" "Sure, I did. And she says can she see you?" Smith removed his feet from the table. "Certainly," he said.
"Why, find out where de loidy keeps de jools." "Confound you, Spike! How often am I to tell you that I have done with all that sort of thing forever? I never want to see or touch another stone that doesn't belong to me. I don't want to hear about them. They don't interest me." "Sorry, Mr. Chames. But dey must cop de limit for fair, dose jools. Two hundred t'ousand plunks! What's dat dis side?"
An ingratiating, but nervous, smile came into view behind the pointed mustache. "Hey, Tony," said Mr. Jarvis, coming at once to the point, "I want you to know dis loidy. She's going to be cashier at dis joint." Signor Fontelli looked at Betty and shook his head. He smiled deprecatingly.
An' I truns him down." "Oh! You won't dream of doing anything to hurt Mr. Smith, will you, Mr. Jarvis?" said Betty anxiously. "Not if you say so, loidy." "And your friends? You won't let them do anything?" "Nope." Betty breathed freely again. Her knowledge of the East Side was small, and that there might be those there who acted independently of Mr.
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