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You 'it 'er back. Give 'er one on the boko, like this see; yer must show a bit of pluck, yer know. Liza tried to check her sobs. 'Yus, 'it 'er 'ard, that's wot yer've got ter do, said the other. 'An' if yer find she's gettin' the better on yer, you close on 'er and catch 'old of 'er 'air and scratch 'er. 'You've marked 'er with yer nails, Liza.
It's in the Scriptur', 'Let all the people say Amen' and here you would forbid them!" Jock was a Highlander, and Lawyer Ed's habit of addressing him in a Lowland dialect was particularly irritating as the mischievous young elder well knew. "Yus.
The man gave a sudden jerk and released himself from the cruel grasp; then he looked up almost piteously. "Must we do it, guv'nor?" he said hoarsely. "I've seen 'im " "Him! whom, you idiot?" "Him Mr. Leroy as we're to sell." "You're to sell, you mean, you gallows-bird," returned Jasper. The man eyed him viciously. "Yus," he growled, "you think you're going to git off scot-free, don't yer?
The sound of some one whistling softly the opening bars of the national anthem at the other end of the wire cut in upon his words and filled him with a sudden deep and startled interest. "Oh, s'help me!" he said, with a sort of gasp. "The Yard!" Then, lowering his voice to a shrill whisper, "That you, Mr. Narkom? Beg yer pardon, sir. Yus, it's me Dollops. Wot? No, sir. Went out two hours ago.
"Yus," replied the cabman in a slightly hostile tone. "Here I am. What am I wanted to do? And where's this here Mr. Polton?" "I am Mr. Polton," replied our abashed assistant. "Well, it's the other Mr. Polton what I want," said the cabman, with his eyes still riveted on the olfactory prominence. "There isn't any other Mr. Polton," our subordinate replied irritably.
Him as kep' the frahd fish shop off of Flower and Dean. Yus? Well, he sold his bit uv biziness lahst week for a song, thinkin' the world was acomin' to a end, and this mornin' I meets 'im on the 'Owben Viadeck lookin' as if 'e'd 'ad the smallpox or semthink!" John Storm had scarcely heard them. He had a strange feeling that everything was happening hundreds of miles away.
The whole party joined in, and it was proposed that they should have races; but in the first heat, when the donkeys broke into a canter, Liza fell off into Tom's arms and the donkeys scampered on without her. 'I know wot I'll do, she said, when the runaway had been recovered. 'I'll ride 'im straddlewyse. 'Garn! said Sally, 'yer can't with petticoats. 'Yus, I can, an' I will too!
I noticed the donkey was dressed in the Liberal colours. The farmer recorded his vote, and came out on the porch, when he was accosted by another farmer, thus: "Wull! Farmer Symes, you been an' voted?" "Yus," he replied. "Wull, but how's this, I allus thocht ye was a Conservative?" "So I be." "But look at yer dunkey ther' all dress'd up in the Liberal colours?"
And Collins, stooping to pick up the half-sovereign that had been thrown him, felt that after all it was a poor price to receive for all the jeers and gibes of the assembled onlookers. "Smart capture, Bobby, wasn't it?" sang out a deriding voice that set the crowd jeering anew. "You'll git promoted, you will! See it in all the evenin' papers oh, yus!
'Well, if I come, it won't mean that I'm keepin' company with you. 'Na, it won't mean anythin' you don't like. 'Arright! she said. 'You'll come? he could hardly believe her. 'Yus! she answered, smiling all over her face. 'You're a good sort, Liza! I say, 'Arry, Liza's comin'! he shouted. 'Liza? 'Oorray! shouted Harry. ''S'at right, Liza? called Sally.
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