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A child could do it, if in funds. At this thought his hand strayed to his trouser-pocket. A musical crackling of bank-notes proceeded from the depths. His quarterly allowance had been paid to him only a short while before, and, though a willing spender, he still retained a goodly portion of it. He rustled the notes again. There was enough in that pocket to buy three tickets to New York.
"Ye maunna tak it ill, my lord," said Peter, "gien the laads be ta'en aback wi' the news. It's a some suddent shift o' the win', ye see, my lord." "I wuss yer lordship weel," thereupon said one, and held out his hand. "Lang life to yer lordship!" said another. Each spoke a hearty word and shook hands with him all except Girnel, who held back, looking on with his right hand in his trouser-pocket.
"Ha! to b'shure; 'at's poetical very good, very good, we'll wa-alk as we talk ha! ha! very good. Didn't know you wash a poet eh? don't look like 'un." "Come along, then," said Gorman, taking him by the arm. "Shtop!" said Ned, drawing himself up with an air of drivelling dignity, and thrusting his hand into his trouser-pocket. "What for?" asked the other. "I haven't p-paid for my b-beer."
He saw Zalia look askant because he did not go on working and, to account for his resting, drew his whetstone from his trouser-pocket and began slowly to sharpen the sickle. "Zalia, it's so hot." "Yes, it's that," said Zalia. He worked on again, but slowly, very slackly. The sweat ran in great drops down his body; and sometimes he felt as if he would tumble head foremost into the corn.
"While they was purtending to dry me and patting me all over they must 'ave taken it out of my pocket." "Wot are you talking about?" ses George, staring at me. "The box 'as gorn," I ses, putting down the 'ot rum and feeling in my trouser-pocket. "The box 'as gorn, and them two must 'ave taken it." "Gorn!" ses George. "Gorn! My box with twenty-five pounds in, wot I trusted you with, gorn?
"My rosary, please," said Frank. "It's a string of beads. I expect it's in my trouser-pocket." The man looked at him with extraordinary earnestness and vanished. Then the doctor appeared holding the rosary. "Is this what you want?" he asked. "That's it! Thanks very much." "You're a Catholic?" went on the other, giving it him. "Yes." The doctor sat down again. "I thought so," he said.
Nobody ever got the better o' me except my wife, and that was only before we was married. Two nights arterwards she found a fish-hook in my trouser-pocket, and arter that I could ha' left untold gold there if I'd ha' had it. It spoilt wot some people call the honey-moon, but it paid in the long run. One o' the worst things a man can do is to take up artfulness all of a sudden.
He raised the skirt of his heavy top-coat, and from his trouser-pocket drew out a leather purse. The eye of Sin Sin Wa remained fixed upon a distant corner of the room. From the purse the constable took a shilling, ringing it loudly upon the table. "Double rum, miss, please!" he said, facetiously. "There's no treason allowed nowadays, so my pal's "
The perambulator was going through the little gate in the railing. She kissed her hand; directed by the nurse, Jimmy waved his. "HE'S a small boy," she said, thinking of Jacob. And yet Alceste? "What a nuisance you are!" Jacob grumbled, stretching out first one leg and then the other and feeling in each trouser-pocket for his chair ticket. "I expect the sheep have eaten it," he said.
These being pocketless, all personal cargo has to be stowed somewhere below the belt. Nicky-Nan, then, plunging a hand into his left trouser-pocket in search of a florin which he believed to lie there amidst the costlier cargo, and confident that by its size and his sense of touch he could separate it from the gold, found that he must first remove his pocket-handkerchief.
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