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"Well," she observed, "I don't want to be unlikely and disobligin'. Far's he's concerned, he'd rather be traipsin' round the country than stay to home, any day; though it's been so long sence he took ME to ride that I don't know's I'd know how to act." "Why, Ketury!" protested her husband. "How you talk! Didn't I drive you down to the graveyard only last Sunday or the Sunday afore?" "Graveyard!
But the man I struk tuk it in fair fight, an' he had the good sinse not to die. Considher now, fwhat wud ha' come to the Arrmy if he had! I was enthreated to exchange, an' my Commandin' Orf'cer pled wid me. I wint, not to be disobligin', an' Larry tould me he was powerful sorry to lose me, though fwhat I'd done to make him sorry I do not know.
"Well, all I can say is, Bill," ses Ginger, "all I can say is, it's very disobligin' of you." "Disobligin'?" ses Bill, with a start; "don't say that, mate." "I must say it," ses Ginger, speaking very firm. "You needn't take a lot, Bill," ses Sam; "nobody wants you to do that. Just drink in moderation, same as wot we do." "It gets into my 'ead," ses Bill, at last.
It's wot it was meant for." Bill shook his 'ead, but when Ginger called 'im disobligin' agin he gave way and he broke the pledge that very evening with a pint o' six 'arf. Ginger was surprised to see the way 'e took his liquor. Arter three or four pints he'd expected to see 'im turn a bit silly, or sing, or do something o' the kind, but Bill kept on as if 'e was drinking water.
Now you shut up whilst I go on with your sad history. Son, you was afflicted some with five-card insomnia and right off, when you first came, you had it fair shoved on you by people usually most disobligin'. It wasn't just for your money; there was plenty could stack 'em higher than you could, and them fairly achin' to be fleeced, at that.
"'It won't take the forenoon, he says. 'I've got the number, ain't I? "'Yes, you've got the number where he WAS. If you want to know where I think he's likely to be now, I'd try the jail. "But he said I was unfeelin' and disobligin' and lots more, so, to cut the argument short, I agreed to go. And off we put to hunt up 116 East Blank Street.
It's wot it was meant for." Bill shook his 'ead, but when Ginger called 'im disobligin' agin he gave way and he broke the pledge that very evening with a pint o' six 'arf. Ginger was surprised to see the way 'e took his liquor. Arter three or four pints he'd expected to see 'im turn a bit silly, or sing, or do something o' the kind, but Bill kept on as if 'e was drinking water.
"Well, all I can say is, Bill," ses Ginger, "all I can say is, it's very disobligin' of you." "Disobligin'?" ses Bill, with a start; "don't say that, mate." "I must say it," ses Ginger, speaking very firm. "You needn't take a lot, Bill," ses Sam; "nobody wants you to do that. Just drink in moderation, same as wot we do." "It gets into my 'ead," ses Bill, at last.
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