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I gav her always the buttered toast left from our brexfust, and a cup of tea or chocklate, as Altamont might fancy: and the poor thing was glad enough of it, I can vouch; for they had precious short commons up stairs, and she the least of all. For it seemed as if which of the Shum famly should try to snub the poor thing most. There was the four Buckmaster girls always at her.
"Whist! Do you mind the password?" "Stroke!" "Right. Have you heard Gav Dishart coming?" "I hinna. I doubt his father had grippit him as he was slinking out o' the manse." "I fear it, Corp. I'm thinking his father is in the Woman's pay." "What woman?" "The Woman of Hanover?" "That's the queen, is it no?" "She'll never get me to call her queen." "Nor yet me. I think I hear Gav coming."
"Then you are married, Jasper?" "Ay, truly; I am husband and father. You will see wife and chabo anon." "Where are they now?" "In the gav, penning dukkerin." "We were talking of language, Jasper?" "True, brother." "Yours must be a rum one?" "'Tis called Rommany." "I would gladly know it." "You need it sorely." "Would you teach it me?" "None sooner." "Suppose we begin now."
"He'd no sooiner said t' words when all on a sudden Melsh Dick gav ower playin', t' squirrels gav ower lowpin', t' bats gav ower fleein' across t' dub, t' mooin gat behind a gert thunner-cloud, an' t' wood an' t' watter were as black as a booit. Then there com a scufflin' an' a skrikin' all ower t' wood.
He was young Isaacstein, son of the Tarrong storekeeper, a would-be sportsman, would-be gambler, would-be lady-killer, would-be everything, who only succeeded in making himself a cheap bar-room loafer; but he was quite satisfied that he was the right thing. "What's doing, Gav?" he said. "Who's the letter from?" "Oh, business business" said Gavan Blake. "What's doing with you?" "Doing!
Cathro was more annoyed than he cared to show, Gav being of all the boys of that time the one likeliest to do his teacher honor at the university competitions, but Tommy, though the decision cost him an adherent, was not ill-pleased, for he had discovered that Gav was one of those irritating boys who like to be leader. Gav, as has been said, suddenly saw Tommy's victory over Messrs.
It wur a bonny come off if a chap that had been a noted bass-singer five-and-forty year, an' could tutor a claronet wi' ony mon i' Rosenda Forest, couldn't manage a box-organ, beawt bein' teyched wi' a parson. So they gav him th' keys, and leet him have his own road. Well, o' Sunday forenoon, as soon as th' first hymn wur gan out, Dick whisper't round to th' folk i'th singin'-pew, 'Now for't!
Yo'n bin a singer yo'rsel, Nanny, i' yo'r young days never a better." "Eh, Skedlock," said Nanny; "aw us't to think I could ha' done a bit, forty year sin an' I could, too though I say it mysel. I remember gooin' to a oratory once, at Bury. Deborah Travis wur theer, fro Shay. Eh! when aw yerd her sing 'Let the bright seraphim, aw gav in.
"At that we gav ower prayin', but kept kneelin' by his side an' waited for the Lord to sattle t' job. An' outside t' wind were yowlin' as if it would blow down t' walls and chimleys. But warr nor t' yowlin' o' t' wind were t' groans o' Sam Learoyd.
"They little ken!" said Tommy, darkly. "They hinna a notion," said Corp, but he was looking somewhat perplexed himself. "It's near time I was back for family exercise," said Gav, uneasily, "so we had better do it quick, Tommy." "Did you bring the wineglasses?" Tommy asked him. "No," Gav said, "the press was lockit, but I've brought egg-cups." "Stand round then."
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