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"On'y tink," said he, "dat you hoed down to say yous prayers on de berry top ob de babby!" The thought was too much for him. He exploded again, and, rushing from the house, ascended the hills, and filled the groves as he went with hilarious melody.
"Vot should I do vith it? I've had enuff of the 'sponsibility. Put it up in a 'ankerchiff, and p'r'aps ven master gets married, and 'as a babby vots teethin', he vil say, 'Thank ye, Beck, for your curril. Vould not that make us proud, mammy?"
"It's all over, Mrs. Phillips?" asked Mr. Harding. "My lord's no more," said Mrs. Phillips, turning round and curtseying low with solemn face; "his lordship's gone more like a sleeping babby than any that I ever saw." "It's a great relief, Archdeacon," said Mr. Harding, "a great relief dear, good, excellent old man. Oh that our last moments may be as innocent and as peaceful as his!"
"Ye've got stirrin' times of it here intirely. Mister Ally Babby," said the tar, whose familiarity almost verged on impudence; "what betwane you an' the 40,000 thieves more or less in the town, I find it rare entertainment." "Yoos complimentary dis marnin'," returned the interpreter, with a smile. "It's always the way with me. I howld that purliteness is chape. Ye've heard the noos, I s'pose?"
Ain't there Ella Flanagan for one maid, and Terence Driscol for a footman? and it's well that he looks in his new uniform, when he comes down for the newspapers; and ar'n't Moggy Cala there to cook the dinner, and pretty Mary Sullivan for a nurse for the babby as soon as it comes into the world.
"That blessed babby!" she cried, leaping up in such haste that her work went into the grate, in which, however, there was happily no fire. "Oh! my darling! you're Joe to the back-bone though you are a girl all bounce, an' bang, an' tenderness!"
"I came over to make sure that there hadn't been a mistake. You really did ask Babby to come in and see you at work?" "Yes, ma'am, I I did. I did, sartin." "And you don't mind having her here? She won't annoy you?" "Not a mite. Real glad to have her." "Very well, then she may stay an hour, but no longer. Mind, Babby, dear, I am relying on you not to annoy Mr. Winslow."
Arn't there Ella Flanagan for one maid, and Terence Driscol for a footman? and it's well that he looks in his new uniform, when he comes down for the newspapers; and arn't Moggy Cala there to cook the dinner, and pretty Mary Sullivan for a nurse for the babby as soon as it comes into the world?
"But who is this enemy, and when what ? explain yourself." "Well, I've no time to explain either `when' or `what' just now, and you have no time to waste. Only I have had a hint from a friend, early this morning, that my enemy has discovered my whereabouts, and is following me up. But I'm ready for him, and right glad to have your stout arm to help though you couldn't fight a babby just now.
"Oh, don't hurt it!" pleaded Liz, tremblingly. "Such a little thing don't hurt it!" Mother Mawks stared so wildly that her blood-shot eyes seemed protruding from her head. "'Urt it! Hain't I a right to do wot I likes with my hown babby? 'Urt it! Well, I never! Look 'ere!" and she turned round on the assembled neighbours "hain't she a reg'lar one? She don't care for the law, not she!
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