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"The Johns down 'ere don't know 'im, an' they'll lumber 'im. You walk on ahead, an' I'll steer 'im 'ome." He looked round; there was not a cab to be seen. He led Dad out of the stonemason's yard with difficulty, as he wanted to wait for the mourning coaches. Then, opposite the mortuary, he remembered his little present for the Duchess, and insisted on going back.

Blimey, if them pants o' mine wasn't somethink to blow about after all. Sometimes it's the wind, then it's the bloomin' fire. I'll keep a bit o' steam up; looks as if I'll maybe need a bath when I get 'ome. S'long, ole sport! Tell Miss Tressa " He broke into a convulsive chuckle, which another burst of rifle fire tried to interrupt. "Cripes! Wouldn't I 'a' been a d'isy for rescuin' lidies?

They call it Doomsday, an' there's no tellin' when parties is likely to come 'ome from that," said the man, with a grin of satisfaction at his own wit. Was London such a happy place that everybody in it was given to joking, thought Mary. "'Ere, mister! gi' me a 'and wi' this 'ere luggage," cried the cabman, finding the box he was getting down too much for him.

His anxious face changed the instant he caught sight of his little brother, for these two were all the world to each other. "I'm so glad you've come 'ome Bob," said Willie. "I've been waitin' such a long time for yer." "Poor little chap! I'm a bit late to-day, and I s'pose yer feel lonely. Ain't yer 'ad no one to play with?" "No," he replied. "All the boys tease and make such a noise.

"That wasn't all talk?" "Not a bit of it." "After all," he went on, "a little shop needn't be so bad." "It's a 'ome," said Miriam. "It's a home." Pause. "There's no need to keep accounts and that sort of thing if there's no assistant. I daresay I could run a shop all right if I wasn't interfered with." "I should like to see you in your shop," said Miriam.

Try the middle." Lewis tried the middle, and 'e stood there up to 'is neck, feeling about with his foot and saying things out loud about Bob Pretty, and other things under 'is breath about Mr. Cutts. "Well, I'm going off 'ome," ses Bob Pretty, getting up. "I'm too tender-'arted to stop and see a man drownded." "You stay 'ere," ses Mr. Cutts, catching 'old of him.

Some of the boys pushed and harried her, but, to their obvious surprise, they heard her advising the rusty widow: 'Go 'ome and get your 'usban's tea! She varied that advice by repeating her favourite 'Shyme! varied by 'Wot beayviour! old enough to know better. Every good wife oughter stay at 'ome and darn 'er 'usban's socks and make 'im comftubble.

Several gentlemen fired at a rabbit that was started, and the next thing they knew Henery Walker was lying on the ground calling out that 'is leg 'ad been shot off. He made more fuss than Bill Chambers a'most, 'specially when they dropped 'im off a hurdle carrying him 'ome, and the things he said to Dr. Green for rubbing his 'ands as he came into the bedroom was disgraceful.

"Aw don't see what tha friend was doin' at Khartoum wi' Goordon." "'E was makin' Perry Davis' Pain Killer for them at 'ome who wouldn't send Gordon 'elp when the 'eathen was at 'is doors a 'underd to one. 'E was makin' it for them to soothe their bloomin' pains an' sorrers when Gordon an' Macnamara 'ad cried 'elp! for the lawst toime!"

He gave me a cheery greeting as he came up, but without stopping. "You seem in a hurry," said I. "Ah!" grinned the man, over his shoulder, "'cause why? 'cause I be goin' 'ome." "Home!" said I. "To supper," he nodded, and, forthwith, began to whistle again, while I stood listening till the clear notes had died away.