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Let me see," he added, with sudden animation, glancing at the limited portion of sky that roofed the court, "I might howl 'im down! That's not a bad idea. Yellin' is a powerful influence w'en brought properly to bear. D'you mind waitin' in the porch till the lecture's over?" "O no! I can wait as long as ever you please, if you'll only try to save father," was Tottie's piteous response.
With a mighty plunge and a groan the sturdy animal bore me to the top of the bank in safety. I turned and saw the Tottie's horse throw up its head and fore legs, as if imploringly, to the skies, and fall backwards. The Tottie himself appeared for a moment in the form of a spread-eagle, and then horse and man went back with a sounding splash into the river.
"Now, then, the question is," said Mrs Gaff, sitting down and again seizing Tottie's head for stroking purposes, while she put the question with deep solemnity "the question is, how long will that last?" Haco was a good deal puzzled. He bit his thumb nail, and knit his shaggy brows for some time, and then said "Well, you know, that depends on how much you spend at a time.
She took the child's bonnet off and flung it under the cab, then grasped Tottie's hand and led her into a shop. "A hat," demanded the lady of the shopwoman. "What kind of hat, ma'am?" "Any kind," replied Miss Stivergill, "suitable for this child only see that it's not a doll's hat. Let it fit her."
One comes from the man who can be counted on to say: "They tell me that show at the Eltinge What's it called? 'Tickling Tottie's Tummy? well, they say it's pretty raw. Certainly does beat all how there are some men who just have to see a show soon's they hear it's smutty. I can't understand it." This might be called the Comment Ingenuous.
It follows, of course, that Tottie's father old Bones is my uncle, alias Blackadder, alias the Brute, of whom I have also made mention, and who, it seems, came to London to try his fortune in knavery after havin' failed in the country.
As she turned round, Tottie's tawdry bonnet had fallen off in her efforts to raise the baby towards the outstretched hands of her mistress, while the cabman stood looking on with amiable interest. Catching up the bonnet, Miss Stivergill placed it on the child's head, back to the front, twisted the strings round her head and face anyhow lifted her and her charge into the cab, and followed them.
Mrs Gaff was seated opposite to him, with Tottie's head in her lap; for she still solaced herself by smoothing her hair. Billy was sitting on one of the six chairs whittling a piece of wood. "It's a bad business," said Gaff; "bad for everybody consarned; but wust for Mr Stuart." "An' his man," said Billy. "And Susan," said Tottie. We won't miss it, Gaff.
"She only wants wings and washing to make her an angel," whispered the former to the latter. But if the sights she saw on the journey inflated Tottie's soul with joy, the glories of Rosebud Cottage almost exploded her. It was a marvellous cottage.
To Tottie's surprise and no small disappointment, the only object that came out of the mysterious tea-caddy was a small book, which Mrs Gaff, however, seemed to look upon with respect, and to handle as if she half-expected it would bite. "There, that's my banker's book. You read off the figures, Haco, for I can't.
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