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He saw the hunger in the lad's eyes as they swept over the breakfast-table, still heavy with uneaten breakfast bacon, nearly the whole of an omelette, and rolls, toast, marmalade and honey. "Wait a second," he said, as the boy turned toward the door. "Yes, y'r gryce." "Had your breakfast?" "I has me brekfist w'en I sells me pypers."
He returned to his hotel late one evening after a long and vexing day at the engravers to find James in his room, seated on his steamer trunk by the window, with the outline of a great square draped in sheets resting against his knee. "Why, James, what's up?" he cried in astonishment, glancing inquiringly at the sheeted object. "Ayn't you seen the pypers, sir?" jerked out the man.
This devotional diet of the Assembly was held as the prelude to a work of reformation in religion and morals on which the Church had set its heart, and which, beginning with the ministry, was to be sought also in the Parliament, in the Court, in the seats of justice, in every household, in all ranks and classes, from the King to the meanest of his subjects, to those who were in the highways and hedges, to the 'pypers, fidlers, songsters, sorners, peasants, and beggars. It was an exhaustive programme; and the ministers gave undeniable proofs of their sincerity by setting themselves to put their own house in order, and drawing up ordinances for sifting their own ranks and 'rypping' out their own ways.
Trubus, under the watchful eyes of two policemen and with his lawyer, lost no time in returning to his mansion. As he rang the bell the butler hurried to the door in a frightened manner. "It can't be true, sir, wot the pypers say, can it?" he gasped. But Trubus forced his way past, followed by the attorney and his two guards.
"Well, I've had mine" Stafford made a slight grimace "and there's plenty left for you, if you don't mind eating after me." "I dusted me clothes dis mornin'," said the boy, with an attempt to justify his decision to eat this noble breakfast. "An' I washed me 'ends but pypers is muck," he added.
"'Ere you," he said he hadn't much respect for Borkins and made no attempt to hide the fact "what the dooce 'as become of his lordship's pypers? 'Ave you bin 'avin' a squint at 'em, ole pieface? Jist like your bloomin' cheek!" "Not so much of your impidence, Mr. Collins," retorted Borkins. "When you h'addresses a gentleman try to remember 'ow to speak to 'im.
Maybe we'd never 'ave come but for the feelin' that things was workin' up to wot the pypers call a Domestic Tragedy. Or at the best the break-up of a 'Ome. That's wot my wife she kep' on stuffin' into me," said W. Keyse.
"They 'ave it in the evenin' pypers!" Mrs. Keyse had a flash of inspiration. "I reckon it don't seem dyin' to 'Er!" "Wot are you gettin' at?" asked the man in bewilderment. "I'm gettin' at it like this," said the lighter brain. "All 'er long life she's 'ad to be a queen first, an' a wife after.
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