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"That ain't my business," the woman shrugged when she saw Felicia looking at her. "We pays out rent by a receiver since the Mister Burrel goes avay I gotta get mine renta in adwance. I gotta nice room if you vant to stay." "But it's my house, of course I'll stay." "It's a nice room, three dollars a veek you vant to see it?" The color blazed in Felicia's cheeks.
Some o' the least offensive among 'em are Monkey-face, Screwnose, Cheeks, Squeaker, Roundeyes, and Slidder. I prefers the last myself, an' ginerally answers to it. But, as I was agoin' to say, I'd bin away for a veek, an' w'en I comed 'ome " "To which part of home? for London is a wide word, you know," I said.
"Right you are!" came from Tom, "Oh dear, do you remember how we served Mumps that night!" and he set up a roar over the remembrance of the scene. Hans Mueller had become one of the occupants of the dormitory, and he was as much, interested as anybody in the preparations for the spread. "Dot vill pe fine!" he said. "I like to have von feast twist a veek, ha I ha!
And dot tventy-five only last you a veek! Vy is dot? Vot board do you pay?" His interest in the visitor was increasing. "Eight dollars with my meals, whenever my landlady is on time." "Eight dollars! Dot voman's robbin' you. Eight dollars! She is a skin!" "It was the best I could do," he replied simply. "Vot does she give you?"
A goodly load, but he drove out of Fort George with four strapping bays arching their powerful necks, and champing on the bit. "Four days ve vill make it by der ranch," Jake chuckled. "Mit der mule und Gretchen, der cow, von veek it take me, mit half der loat." Four altogether pleasant and satisfying days they were to Hazel. The worst of the fly pests were vanished for the season.
"Our servants' All was in a rage Scrip, stock, curves, gradients, bull and bear, Vith butler, coachman, groom and page, Vas all the talk in Buckley Square. But O! imagine vot I felt Last Vensday veek as ever were; I gits a letter, which I spelt 'Miss M. A. Hoggins, Buckley Square.
I have been vid your old friend, Bunting, and he has an uncle in the Post Office, and he has got you de place eighteen shillings a veek, you rogue, and your goat. You must not oben any of de letters you know." And so it was I, Robert Stubbs, Esquire, became the vile thing he named a general postman!
Here I vork sefen days in de veek from sefen in de morning to elefen at night, and sometimes twelf. Only vonce last year I go to t'eater in de afternoon. Ven I com home I catch 'ell from my vife. She say, "You safe money, Sam, and we get oud of dese bondage," and I say I must haf a leetle recreations. Sunday all day I keep open.
"Things is werry slack vith me, nothing in the murder line this veek, and only vun sooicide, a couple o' 'ighvay robberies, and a 'sault and battery! You can scrag me if I know v'ot things is coming to. And then, to make it vorse, I 've jest 'ad a loss as vell." "I'm sorry for that, Mr. Shrig, but " "A loss, sir, as I shan't get over in a 'urry.
"He care more for der schpots on der sun dan for his schilder. For der last veek it's all peen schpots on der sun, notting put schpots. Vat goot dey do us? Dare's peen light to vork py, put efry minit he schtop vork to run to der roof und see dem schpots vot he says on der sun.
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