Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 23, 2025
"Don't you start a-pityin' me," gasped a voice, faint but defiant, from the bed. "If I die, I die. But I got the account to balance." "I disremember what sum er resulted that time," confessed Mrs Bowldler; "my memory not bein' what it was." "Ninepence; an' two threepennies with the soap total two-and-nine, which was correct. If I die, I die," moaned Palmerston.
And I'm very fond of Dad," continued the wise child; "but the longer I live the more I don't see as one man can bring another to beggary unless the other man helps. The point is, Mr Rogers didn' leave him there. . . . We've enough to eat." "Ho! If that contents you " Mrs Bowldler shrugged her shoulders. "Who said it did?
"In the land of marrow an' fatness we shall be doing of it permanent," Mrs Bowldler assured him for his comfort. "That's to say if we ever get there. But you just wait till they let off the set pieces. There's one of Queen Victoria, you can see the very eyelids. Sixty years Queen of England, come next June: with God Bless Her underneath in squibs like Belshazzar's Feast.
You mustn't mind her talk, sir; she was brought up to better things and 'tis only her tricks. . . . Now the boy here his name's Pam, which is short for Palmerston: and I can't conscientiously say more for him, except that he's willin' and tells me he can carry coals." She might not be able to say more for him, and yet her voice had a wistfulness it had lacked while she commended Mrs Bowldler.
We've pretty well reached the end o' summer, an' prices will be risin' before long. . . . If I were you, Mrs Bowldler," added Cai with a severity beyond his wont, "I shouldn't call people dishonest on mere suspicion." "If you were me, sir makin' so bold, you'd ha' seen more of the world with its Rogerses and Dodgerses. There now!" Mrs Bowldler set down a dish of fried potatoes and stood resigned.
"Ho! catch me ere I faint!" panted Mrs Bowldler. "Why, what's the matter? She's a married woman, or has been." "If only you'd heard " "Yes, it's a pity," agreed Fancy, and turned about. "Pam!" "Yes, Miss," answered Palmerston. "Call me 'Fancy." "Yes, Miss Fancy." She stamped her small foot. "There's no 'Miss' about it. How stupid you are when you see I'm in a hurry, too! Call me 'Fancy."
While, as a matter of fact, Cai tramped the highroads, mile after mile, striving to deaden the pain at his heart, 'Bias sat puffing and let his wrath harden down into a fixed mould of resentment. Dusk was falling when Cai returned. Mrs Bowldler, aware that something was amiss, heard his footsteps in the passage and presented herself.
"The Tartar Girl one of Mr Rogers's with coal from South Shields, but a Troy crew. "Do they dress 'em like that in there?" asked Captain Cai. "Better fit they did!" said the girl angrily. "They sent him over in a clean corduroy suit with 'Work-'ouse' written all over it: and a nice job I had to rig him up so's Mrs Bowldler shouldn' guess."
Which I hope you'll like Troy, and Cap'n Hocken ast me to make myself useful an' find you a pair of servants woman an' boy." "Oh, but hold hard!" protested Captain Cai. "We haven't started furnishin' yet." She nodded. "That's all right. No hurry with either of 'em not for some weeks, or so long as it suits you. But you'll be safer to bespeak 'em: an' Mrs Bowldler is the chance of a lifetime."
"I reckon," said Fancy, "if these two sillies are goin' to fall out over her and live apart, you'll be wantin' extra help. Two meals for every one I hope they counted that before they started to quarrel." "I'll not have another woman in the house," declared Mrs Bowldler, and repeated it for emphasis after the style of the great Hebrew writers. "Another woman in the house have I will not!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking