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"Well, sor, I know where he do be gahn, sometimes," the man admitted. "Well, that will do; take me there," said Jeff. "You go in and account for me to Miss Lynde," he instructed Westover, across his shoulder. "I'll get him home before morning, somehow; and I'll send the carriage right back for the ladies, now."
"'Ow much have yer got, eh?" said my captor, giving me a shake, which was the signal for the boy to kick at me again with all his might. "Gahn, will yer," cried the man, "or I'll wrap that rope's end round yer."
She's in a room all roight at the Y.W.C.A. place, fer I seed her at the winder. She come with a foine gintlemin, but he's gahn now, an' she's loike to stay a spell. You'd best come at once.... All roight. Hurry up!" He hung up the telephone-receiver and hurried back to his post in front of the big entrance.
"Now then, Smiler, come on!" shouted one of the men with the engine, still hidden, but close at hand. "Hi! Joey," shouted Smiler. "What's the matter? found a hop-dog?" "Nay! Here's a tipsy swaddy lying dead asleep; shall I gi'e him a bucket o' hop-wash?" "Gahn! Bring that stuff." "But I tell ye he's tipsy, boy. Come, all on yer, and see!"
On his return, feeling in pretty good spirits, as the prospects looked favorable, he went to make a call at The Poplars. He asked first for Miss Hazard. "Bliss your soul, Mr. Bridshaw," answered Mistress Kitty Fagan, "she's been gahn nigh a wake. It's to the city, to the big school, they've sint her."
"He cahled her Cynthy, d' ye see, Mr. Gridley, an' tahked to her jist as asy as if they was two rogues, and she knowed it as well as he did. An' so, says he, I'm goin' away, says he, an' I'm goin' to be gahn siveral days, or perhaps longer, says he, an' you'd better kape it, says he." "Keep what, Kitty? What was it he wanted her to keep?" said Mr.
On his return, feeling in pretty good spirits, as the prospects looked favorable, he went to make a call at The Poplars. He asked first for Miss Hazard. "Bliss your soul, Mr. Bridshaw," answered Mistress Kitty Fagan, "she's been gahn nigh a wake. It's to the city, to the big school, they've sint her."
"He cahled her Cynthy, d' ye see, Mr. Gridley, an' tahked to her jist as asy as if they was two rogues, and she knowed it as well as he did. An' so, says he, I'm goin' away, says he, an' I'm goin' to be gahn siveral days, or perhaps longer, says he, an' you'd better kape it, says he." "Keep what, Kitty? What was it he wanted her to keep?" said Mr.
Old Sal who came over to "look in" that evening, as she put it, shook her head as she stumped back to her rejuvenated room with its gaudy flowered wall, bit of white curtain and pot of flowers in the window, all the work of Michael and his follower Sam. "I'm thinkin' he'll disuppeer one o' these days. Ye'll wake up an' he'll be gahn. He's not of this worrld. He'll sprid his wings an' away.
"Why, I was just a-thinking it would be like going off with the old cart and Bonyparty to market, and how you and me went." "With Shock on the top of the load," I said laughing. "Ay, to be sure. Well, he's a-going this time to help mind the horse. And so you are going too?" "Yes," I said mischievously, "to look after you, and see that you do your work." "Gahn!" he growled, beginning to dig again.
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