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"'If anybody 'as got anything to say agin my character, says Bob, 'I wish as they'd say it to my face. I'm a pore, hard-working man, and my character's all I've got. "'You're poorer than you thought you was then, says Mr. Bunnett. 'I wish you good arternoon. "'Good arternoon, sir, ses Bob, very humble.
Bunnett into their places to see 'ow the little dears was a-getting on. "Kindness to animals caused more unpleasantness in Claybury than anything 'ad ever done afore. There was hardly a man as 'ud speak civil to each other, and the wimmen was a'most as bad. Cats and dogs and such-like began to act as if the place belonged to 'em, and seven people stopped Mr.
" Wunnerful affectionate old dog, ain't you, Joseph? ses Bob. "'He's got a kind eye, ses Mr. Bunnett. "'He's like another child to me, ain't you, my pretty? ses Bob, smiling at 'im and feeling in 'is pocket. 'Here you are, old chap.
Bunnett couldn't believe 'em at fast, but arter they 'ad told 'im of Bob's poaching and the artful ways and tricks he 'ad of getting money as didn't belong to 'im 'e began to think different. He spoke to parson about 'im, and arter that 'e said he never wanted for to see Bob Pretty's face again.
Bob was stooping down very careful over something in the hedge, and Mr. Bunnett, going up quiet-like behind 'im, see 'im messing about with a pore old toad he 'ad found, with a smashed leg. "'Wots the matter with it? ses Mr. Bunnett. "Bob didn't seem to hear 'im.
'I'm afraid some on 'em 'ave been telling lies about me, and I didn't think I'd got a enemy in the world. Come on, Joseph. Come on, old pal. We ain't wanted here. "He shook 'is 'ead with sorrow, and made a little sucking noise between 'is teeth, and afore you could wink, his dog 'ad laid hold of the old gen'leman's leg and kep' quiet waiting orders. "'Help! screams Mr. Bunnett. 'Call, 'im off!
Bunnett; 'I've'eard all about you. Go away at once. "'Heard all about me? ses Bob Pretty, looking puzzled. 'Well, you can't 'ave heard no 'arm, that's one comfort. "'I've been told your true character, ses the old gen'leman, very firm. 'And I'm ashamed that I should have let myself be deceived by you. I hope you'll try and do better while there is still time.
Call 'im off! "Bob said arterwards that 'e was foolish enough to lose 'is presence o' mind for a moment, and instead o' doing anything he stood there gaping with 'is mouth open. "'Call 'im off! screams Mr. Bunnett, trying to push the dog away. 'Why don't you call him off? "'Don't move, ses Bob Pretty in a frightened voice. 'Don't move, wotever you do. "'Call him off! Take 'im away! ses Mr.
He was a-kneeling on the ground with 'is 'ead on one side looking at the toad; and by and by he pulled out 'is pocket'an'kercher and put the toad in it, as if it was made of egg-shells, and walked away. "'Wot's the matter with it? ses Mr. Bunnett, a'most trotting to keep up with 'im. "'Got it's leg 'urt in some way, pore thing, ses Bob.
Bunnett good-bye becos 'e said he'd got to get back to 'is work, and Mr. Bunnett had 'ardly got 'ome afore Henery Walker turned up full of anxiousness to ask his advice about five little baby kittens wot 'is old cat had found in the wash-place: the night afore. "'Drownd them little innercent things, same as most would do, I can't, he ses, shaking his 'ead; 'but wot to do with 'em I don't know.
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