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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Like 'eaven," answered Harry truthfully. "Come on, Boy, let's us get out of 'ere. I 'll be getting the blind staggers if I stay much longer." Fairchild accompanied him wordlessly. It was as though Fate had played a deliberate trick, that it might laugh at him.
"It do seem," she said graciously while she dried the boy's face with the skirt of her frock, "like as if you 'd dropped 'ere from 'eaven. What we should a-done without you, I can't think." "You'd best thank that dog o' your'n." The young man bent to cast off his rope. "He broke away from me once, an' I made sure I'd lost 'im.
This confession of faith caused a fresh outburst of hilarity, because of course everyone knew what a Bush Baptist was. 'If 'evven's goin' to be full of sich b r's as Hunter, observed Eaton, 'I think I'd rather go to the other place. 'If ever ole Misery DOES get into 'eaven, said Philpot, ''e won't stop there very long.
''E was transferred to a battery soon after an' I 'eard that when he got the orders all 'e 'ad to say was, "Thank 'Eaven. I'll mebbe get shelled oftener in a battery, but at least I'll 'ave the satisfaction o' shellin' back an' I may 'ave a funk-hole handy to duck in when it's extry hot, instead o' ridin' on the road an' expectin' to go off like a packet 'o crackers."
The cook, who was fingering her concertina, for which she had a passion, answered: "She 'ides up her feelin's, same as they all does. Thank 'eaven she haven't got that drawl, though, that 'er old aunt 'as always makes me feel to want to say, 'Buck up, old dear, you ain't 'alf so precious as all that!"
Needless to say his dignity had suffered much at the hands of American school-girls, and although this one seemed impressed by her surroundings almost to the point of panic, he eyed her suspiciously. "'Eaven knows they lose their shyness soon henough!" he said under his breath. "She can just cool 'er 'eels on the doorstep till she gets courage to knock. 'Twull do 'er good."
Why, I says to Cook 'e couldn't 'ave made more mess, I say, not if 'e'd come to do nothin' else. Grease everywhere, you never see nothin' like it, and all the drawers open and the papers scattered about. Thank 'Eaven 'e never found Cook's earrings. Real gold they was, ever so many carat and give to Cook ever so many years ago by 'er John. Poor woman!
"I'll wiger you me first package from 'ome 'e goes to Slopsgotten." "What is Slopsgotten?" Tom asked. "It's the ship's boys' 'eaven." "I guess it ain't so good," said the man. "It's a grite big rice track," said the sailor. "Me cousin was there afore the Yanks came in. Mr. Gerard 'e got him exchinged. They got a 'ole army o' Yanks there now all civilian." "Is it a prison camp?" said Tom.
As it is, we've left the car at a little 'Temperance Tavern' in S'rewsbury, kep' by a Methodist widder, 'oo thinks such new-fangled inventions sinful an' only consented to take charge on account o' the Prophet Elijer a-going up to 'Eaven in a fiery chariot an' come on 'ere by tryne." Lynette looked at the man in silence. She even repeated after him, rather dully: "You came on here by train?"
"Deer Mutrer. wen i left you i promisd to rite so heer gos. this Plase is eaven upon arth. so pritty an grand.
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