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I say, Mr Mark, did you eat any o' that cold treacle pooden?" "No? Bill, I did not." "Good job, too, sir. It was cooked in one o' they hot springs, and I'm blest if it didn't taste like brimstone and treacle. Lor', how thirsty I am! Wish I could find one o' them wooden-box fruit." "What? cocoa-nuts?" "No, sir: durings. They are good after all. Give's your hand, my lad."
John's hoard was notorious, and the officer of the law understood. "Lor' bless yer," he said, with a laugh, "I'm safe. Well, good evenin' to yer, if I can't be of any assistance." And he went off on his beat. The two men carried the box up the hill. It was in itself a heavy, old-fashioned affair, strengthened and bottomed with iron.
We gave this good Tomkins wine and medicine for his family when sick we supplied him with little comforts and extras which need not now be remembered and the grateful creature rewarded us by informing some of our tradesmen whom he honored with his custom, "Mr. Roundabout? Lor' bless you! I carry him up to bed drunk every night in the week."
Neither side could claim any decisive success, and the struggle had been practically fought to a standstill by the time that the maid appeared with the early morning tea. "Lor, sir," she exclaimed in undisguised astonishment, "do you want those animals in your room?" Want!
He had been discussing the matter with Asher, and had proposed a course of action in connection with the delinquent to which Asher agreed. He advanced to the weeping Alexander and lifted him from his seat by the collar. "Come, young man," said he, "take me home to your mother at once." "Oh, Lor'," cried Alexander, "she'll give me beans!"
The other man ventured a remark concerning the lady's escort. "Him? That's Leroy son of Lord Barminster the richest of 'em all. She belongs to him, she does; so does the whole theatre. Costs him a pretty penny, you bet. But lor' bless yer, he don't mind! Can't spend his money fast enough.
"Lor' sakes!" says she, "you're in a mighty berry ter git me off. Neow you've got all you kin out uv me, the letter, 'n' the mitt'ns, I may go, may I? I niver see a young gal so furrard 'ith her elders in all my born days! I think Stephen Lee's well quit uv ye, fur my part, ef he hed to die ter du it.
"It was the same when she was a gal always hangin' on to someone, always wantin' someone else to do for her, and think for her. Well! empty sacks won't never stand upright, and it's no good tryin' to make 'em." Lilac made no reply, and Mrs White, seizing the opportunity of impressing a useful lesson, continued: "Lor'! it seems only the other day as Hepzibah was married to Daniel Wishing.
"Seems rum of a big ugly fellow like me talking about his mother, sir; but, Lor' bless you! all us chaps has got a bit of a soft spot somewhere insides us for our old woman, even them as never talks about it; and do you know, sir, that night just when I felt worst as I rolled about in my hammock, and was going to get out and find the bucket of water for a drink, I got thinking about my old mother, and how she used to come and tuck me up in bed of a night, and kiss me and say, Gawd bless me, and then of how she used to talk to me and tell me always to do what was right, and, no matter what happened, I should feel at rest.
Lor', what a burning shame of Prick! 'Prick' we call her, in our genial moments, hearing as the 'k' is hard in Celtic language; and all abroad about her husband. My very first saying to you was, not to be too much okkipied with her. Look at the pinafore on her! Lord be with me! If his lordship, as caught me, that day of this very same month fifty years, in the gooseberry bush " "To be sure!"
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