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Ef I hed a plug o' bacca for every grizzly I've rubbed out, it 'ud keep my jaws waggin' for a good twel'month, I reck'n. Ye-es, strengers, I've done some bar-killin' I hev that, an' no mistake! Hain't I, Mark? "Wal, I wur a-gwine to tell you ov a sarcumstance that happened to this child about two yeern ago. It wur upon the Platte, atween Chimbly Rock an' Laramies'.
"Now," began Mrs Gaff, seating herself opposite Kenneth, with a hand on each knee, "I wants to know what a principal of ten thousand pounds comes to in the way of interest in a twel'month." "Well, Mrs Gaff," said Kenneth, "that depends " "Dear me!" cried Mrs Gaff petulantly, "every mortial thing that has to do with money seeps to depend.
But this was only one of Sturk's explosions, and he and little Toole parted no better and no worse friends than usual, in ten minutes more at the latter's door-step. So Toole said to Mrs. T. that evening 'Sturk owes money, mark my words, sweetheart. Remember I say it he'll cool his heels in a prison, if he's no wiser than of late, before a twel'month.
'Why, thin, didn't I know what the vagabone wanted, lavin' the bee 'athout his dinner, an' goin' down this road, afther me lookin' at him this twel'month dressing himself out in all the colours of neckties that ever was in the rainbow, an' saunterin' about the place every Sunday in particler, an' starin' at her purty face as impident as if he was her aqual.
It way last May twel'month that the factor body, Maister McNeil, cam ower tae me in the street and speered whether I was in want o' a place as a coachman and gairdner. As it fell oot I chanced tae be on the look oot for something o' the sort mysel' at the time, but I wasna ower quick to let him see that I wanted it. "Ye can tak it or leave it," says he sharp like.
'And who do you think's going to make the grand tour? from Paris to Naples, if you please, and from Naples to Rome, and up to Venice, and home through Germany, and deuce knows where beside; you'll not guess in a twel'month, said Toole, watching her with a chuckle. 'Devereux, maybe, guessed the young lady. 'No 'tisn't, said Toole, delighted; 'try again! 'Well, 'tis, let me see.
At the same time they gave a big-coat to the old man." "But, I say," interrupted Simkin, "that Christmas feed an' shawl an' coat wouldn't keep the couple for a twel'month, if they was sent home to starve as before, would it?" "Of course not," returned the marine, "but they wasn't sent off to starve; they was looked after.
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