United States or Malawi ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
'Will you take it with you, or have the address altered. 'Oh, Fred can carry it. Make him do what he can for the dear old 'ome. 'Mike use of'im, said Fred, grimly humorous, as he took the chair from the dealer. His movements were graceful, yet curiously abject, slinking. ''Ere's mother's cosy chair, he said. 'Warnts a cushion. And he stood it down on the market stones.
Well, I feels sorry, like, as we didn't try to find her friends. But the old gal were that onscrupulous, she didn't stick at nothink, she didn't. As sure as my name's Jake Dafty, this 'ere's a queer go." Thus mused Jake, the tramp, sitting against the haystack; and his musings were, ever and anon, disturbed by his racking cough. He felt indisposed to move.
"I drew it rather fine, you see," he said at last. "The great thing was to clear right out of Papeete before the consul could think better of it. Tell you what: I guess I'll take stock." And he rose from the table and disappeared with a lamp in the lazarette. "'Ere's another screw loose," observed Huish.
An old man-o'-war's-man, picking up a miserable specimen of this class of recruit by the slack of his ragged breeches, remarked to his grinning messmates as he dangled the disreputable object before their eyes: "'Ere's a lubber as cost a guinea a pound!" He was not far out in his estimate.
Bill. All serene, sir! There you are, sir! Brush your trousers, sir? Wat. No; leave 'em. Don't forget now. Bill. Honour bright, sir! Not if I knows it, sir! Wat. There's that other skid, you know. Bill. All right, sir! Anything more, sir? Wat. Damn your impudence! Get along. Exit. BILL watches him into MRS. CLIFFORD'S. Bill. Now by all the 'ungry gums of Arabiar, 'ere's a swell arter our Mattie!
Just then, father comes up and says, "Count them punnits, Dick! there ought to be forty on 'em. Twenty picked large for Mr. Moses, and twenty usuals for Marts! two of our best customers they was. Well, Dick, he counts 'em, and soon misses one. 'Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, he sez, and no more; 'but 'ere's a empty punnit, he sez.
"But if you reely wants to know, bleedin' a buoy means borin' a small 'ole in 'im to let the water art, 'cos they all leaks a bit arter they've bin in the sea. But I must say good arternoon, sir," he added hurriedly, glancing over his shoulder and rising to his feet. "'Ere's my gal comin', and there's another abart 'arf a cable astern of 'er wot I expec's is yourn.
She was silenced altogether by a rapping sound that would not be denied. Mr. Voules had been struck by a fresh idea and was standing up and hammering with the bottle again. "The third Toast, ladies and gentlemen," he said; "fill up, please. The Mother of the bride. I er.... Uoo.... Ere!... Ladies and gem, 'Ere's Luck to 'er!..."
"Ere's a man murderin' the Squire," the driver shouted, and fell from his box upon the navvy's neck. To do them justice, the people of Framlynghame Admiral, so many as were on the platform, rallied to the call in the best spirit of feudalism.
"Don't, uncle; oh, don't!" cried Norah, bending over him, and patting his white head as one soothes a baby. "It don't matter. We can easy get another." "Don't you fret yourself, sir," said the sergeant. "'Ere's a wooden pipe with an amber mouth, if you'll do me the honour to accept it from me. I'd be real glad if you will take it."
Word Of The Day