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"I'd like to be 'longside o' some one I know out by 'Ampstead 'Eath," rejoined the other. "I got a girl in Camden Town," said the First victoriously. "I got kids somewheres, I expect," rejoined the Second with a flourish of pride and self-assertion. "Oh, a donah's enough for me!" returned the First.

"You'll come to the other when you don't look for it neither," declared his friend in a voice of fatality. "You ain't the only fool in the world, mate, of course. But 'struth, I like this business better. You've got a good taste in your mouth in the morning 'ere." "Well, I'll meet you on 'Ampstead 'Eath when the war is over, son," challenged the Second.

"Where's his display? No, I don't think Marcus will do for me. I'm not confiding enough. Now, you don't happen to be able to recommend a tailor, do you?" "Yes, sir, I can take you to a gentleman that'll turn you out as 'andsome as need be. Out 'Ampstead way, 'e is." The Senator smiled. "About a three-and-sixpenny fare, eh?" he said. "Yes, sir, all of that." "I thought so.

"And now, Lord 'Ampstead, mind and be true to that dear young lady who was well-nigh heart-broke when she heard as it were you who was smashed up." He was hurrying on finding it impossible to make any reply to this, when Miss Demijohn, seeing that Mrs.

My brother says 'e's going to paint them sort when 'e gets them colours what you squeezes out of tubes; you know, like them ladies' tormenters, same as you gets on Bank 'olidays on 'Ampstead 'Eath." "Oh, is it," she said; "come along, Halbert." Then, turning to me, she added "Are yer comin' to-morrer? I'd like yer to see my brother's paintin's."

"I mean, why don't the French police take this up if it's got to be taken up? I always heard that they were spry enough in their own way." "Well, sir," said the sergeant reflectively, "you see, sir, the French police don't take this up well, because you see, sir, this ain't France. This is His Majesty's dominions, same as 'Ampstead 'eath."

"Sing-dance tomollow, then?" he said, with a condensed air of general disappointment. "Chop-chop in a pay look-see show on Ham Hamstl oh damme! on 'Ampstead 'Eath?

"You haven't found out who it is, aunt?" "You've been with Mrs. Duffer, I suppose. You two'd put your heads together for a week, and then would know nothing." It was not till quite the last thing at night that she told her secret. "He was a peer! He was Lord 'Ampstead!" "A peer!" "He was Lord 'Ampstead, I tell you," said Mrs. Demijohn.

I got a bit stumped in some of the philosophical bits and felt inclined to go out for a B. and S. But we're living in West 'Ampstead and not in 'Ell; and the long and the short of it is that some things 'appen and some things don't 'appen. Those are the things that don't 'appen." "I thought," said Moon gravely, "that we quite clearly explained "

An' 'e wants me to go out wiv 'im next Benk 'Oliday out to 'Ampstead 'Eath. 'E never got as far as arstin' me that before. I know it was that 'at wot done it." "Not it, Eliza," Cecilia laughed. "It was just your hair under the hat. I told you how pretty it would be, if you would only brush it more." "Well, I never 'ad no brush till you give me your old one," said Eliza practically.