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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.
"'If that's the way you wash a table, says she, 'no blind man would choose you for his wife, for that was the way they told if their sweetheart was a good housekeeper, by feelin' along the table w'en they was done washin' up." "An' what did you say?" interestedly inquired Andrew. "I didn't say nothink.
Not around this part o' France they ain't! Wot do you s'y, Jerry?" Jerry made a most illuminating contribution to the discussion of Fritz as a fighting man: "I'll tell you wot! If ever I gets through this 'ere war; if I 'as the luck to go 'ome again, with me eyesight, I'll never feel syfe w'en I sees a Fritzie, unless I'm a-lookin' at 'im through me periscope from be'ind a bit o' cover."
I don't say as most men ain't as bad, only they're not caught and bowled out; but w'en they are made a public example of, we have to take notice of it. But if you ain't goin' to marry him, don't fool about with him. An' unless he gets to business an' wants marriage at once, don't take too much notice to his soft soap, as you ain't the only girl he's got on the string by a long way."
'Then, sez 'e, 'the feelin's in the nerves, an' if ther's no nerves, no feelin's. 'That's so, sez the doctor. 'W'en them toes is gone, doctor, the nerves is gone. 'Ow could ther' be any feelin's? 'Look 'ere, sez the doctor, an' I was feared 'e was gettin' real mad, 'jest quit it right now. 'Well, well.
"Yes," said grandma; "I see the girls after fellers now, there's that Danby for instance, he's a fine lump of a man, but w'en I was a girl I wouldn't have made toe-rags of a policeman." "Yes, a blessed feller strollin' up and down the street lookin' at his toes or runnin' in a drunk. I say, did you hear the latest about old Rooney-Molyneux?
"Das right, Geo'giana," he said, in a soft voice; "cry away, it'll do you good. Nuffin like cryin' w'en you's fit to bust! An' w'en you's got it ober we'll talk all about it." "Oh, Peter!" cried Hester, drying her eyes somewhat impatiently; "how could you be so cruel? Why why could you not have waited just one minute to let me look at him?"
W'en I 'urts my 'and, it's my 'and. 'My dear sir, sez the doctor calm-like, 'it hain't in yer 'and, nor yet in yer toes, but in yer brain, in yer mind, yeh feel the pain. 'P'raps, sez Ben quite short again. My! 'e WAS short!
"An' you reckon I got nothin' better to do than go gallivantin' with you, lookin' for islands in the Bristol Channel?" " W'en I said, on'y a minute back," she answered with composure, "that we were leavin' you in Stratford for a week." "Ho!" he commented scornfully. "Leavin' me, are you? You leavin' me? . . . Well, if that ain't good, I declare!" She looked at him as one disdaining argument.
Some of 'em was disposed ter stick out for de beer fust, an' said dey could do deir bes' shoutin' w'en dey was loaded. But my princerple is work fust, den go ter de cashier. So I made 'em a speech. "I sez: 'Feller-citerzens: Dis is de lan' er de free an' de home er de brav, an' den I give a motion wot means 'stamp de feet. Dey all stamped like dey was clog-dancers.
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