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'I ain't comin' aht with yer ter-day, if thet's wot yer mean, she said. 'I never thought of arskin' yer, Liza after wot you said ter me last night. His voice was a little sad, and she felt so sorry for him. 'But yer did want ter speak ter me, didn't yer, Tom? she said, more gently. 'You've got a day off ter-morrow, ain't yer? 'Bank 'Oliday. Yus! Why?
"I thought you done boas' you et at a hotel," sniffed the old woman. "How come she air hongry fer tea an' toas' if she done et at a hotel." "Sho sho but you see it done got jolted down an' Miss Ann Please, Sis Em'ly. I ain't a arskin' nothin' fer myse'f, but jes' for my Miss Ann.
"The First Lieutenant had no business at all to order the boys to be bled. Besides, bleeding is hopelessly..." "Is it me wot's spinnin' this 'ere yarn or is it you, sir?" interrupted the narrator. "'Cos if it's me, I loses the thread o' wot I'm sayin' if you gits arskin' questions." "I'm sorry," I sighed. "Please go on."
Here's you a-comin' and arskin' of me questions about my business, and I that grump-like that only for your bloomin' 'arf-quid I'd 'a' seen you blowed fust 'fore I'd answer. Not even when you arsked me sarcastic like if I'd like you to arsk the Superintendent if you might arsk me questions. Without offence did I tell yer to go to 'ell?" "You did."
"I am about tired of all those damned benefactors comin' along and arskin' of a man whot's none of their business, when a man knows all the time they don't care nothin' about it, and then makin' a man take somethin' he don't want, so as to get their names in the papers."
"Now yer arskin'," he said with a grin. "Well, who did?" persisted William. "That 'ud be tellin'," answered his new friend, moving unsteadily from one foot to the other. "See?" "You got 'em cut off in the war," said William firmly. "I didn't. I bin in the wor orl right. Stroike me pink, I bin in the wor and that's the truth. But I didn't get 'em cut orf in the wor. Well, I'll stop kiddin' yer.
I wonder ye aint more 'uman like, seein' as yer fav'rite gel in the village was arskin' me t'other day if I 'adn't any yerb for to make a love-charm. 'Love-charm! sez I 'what does ye want that for, my gel? An' she up an' she sez 'I'd like to make Parson Arbroath eat it! Hor er hor er hor er! 'I'd like to make Parson Arbroath eat it! sez she. An' she's a foine strappin' wench, too!
They had money enough and education enough and influence enough to secure the king's commission; and that fact was proof enough for Tommy that they were gentlemen, and, therefore, too good for the likes of him to be associating with. "Look 'ere! Ain't a gentleman a gentleman? I'm arskin' you, ain't 'e?" I saw the futility of discussing this question with Tommy.
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