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S'pose I must a had another sometime, but I never heard of it. Wot's that? Yuss most nineteen. Wot? Oh, go throw summink at yourself! I aren't too young to be 'ungry, am I? And where's a cove goin' to find this 'ere 'honest work' you're a-talkin' of? I'm fair sick of the gime of lookin' for it.
Sam thought of that last night; says he: `If we don't mind our weather heye, that there feller aft may break his way out from below a'ter we're gone, and get away in t'other boat. And Dirk, he says: `Tike the "doctor's" coal hammer and smash in a bottom plank. That'll stop any sich little gime as you speaks of, Sam. And a'ter a little more talk, Sam ups and does it while you was below, asleep."
"Gor blimey, Guv'nor," he ejaculated, "what sorter gime d'you call that?" "It's all right, driver," said Tommy gravely. "We found him insulting this gentleman's sister." The driver, who evidently had a nice sense of chivalry, at once came round to our side. "Was 'e? the dirty 'ound!" he observed. "Well, you done it on 'im proper. You ain't drowned 'im, 'ave ye, gents?" "Oh no," I said.
Then the fielders interposed. 'I sy, look 'ere, 'e's only givin' 'er lobs; 'e's not tryin' ter git 'er aht. 'You're spoilin' our gime. 'I don't care; I've got twenty runs thet's more than you could do. I'll go aht now of my own accord, so there! Come on, Tom.
Me and my friends were just talkin' of a gentleman of your cloth, sir the pore feller as 'as got into trouble acrost Westminster way." "Oh, you were talking of him, were you?" "Sem 'ere says the biziness pize." "It must py, or people wouldn't do it," said the man leaning over the fire. "Down't you believe it. That little gime down't py. Cause why? Look at the bloomin' stoo the feller's in now.
Mortimer had pulled out his super-Mauser; No. 13, who was guarding the door, had a revolver in his hand, and Behrend, as has been stated, was threatening Mortimer with his Browning. Now Max advanced threateningly into the room, a long seaman's knife in his hand.. "Put that blarsted shooting-iron awiy!" he snarled at Mortimer, "and tell us wot's the little gime, will yer! Come on, egpline!"
E. Gime, whose name is not unknown to our readers, sends us a description of a certain number of meteorological apparatus to which he has applied a peculiar method of registering that it is of interest to make known. Mr. Gime in the first place has devised a "telemareograph," that is to say, an apparatus designed to register at a distance the curve of the motions of the tide in a given place.
And the boys, not one whit alarmed at my intervention, merely laughed shyly when I explained that their prisoner had escaped, and told me frankly what their "gime" had been. There was no vestige of shame in them, nor any idea, of course, that they aped a monstrous reality. That it was mere pretence was neither here nor there.
"Step up and tike a look for yerself. 'Ere's a blighter wot sez 'e's com from the Germ trenches with important information for the O.C." "Bloody liar," the newcomer commented dispassionately. "Mind yer eye. Likely it's just another pl'yful little trick of the giddy Boche. 'Ere you!" The splashing drew nearer. "Wot's yer gime? Speak up if yer don't want a bullet through yer in'ards."
The handsome china can be displayed at a four-o'clock tea, if it is not too large, to the best advantage. The very early assumption of a grand social entertainment under the name of "four-o'clock tea" rather blotted out one of the prettiest features of the English tea, that of the graceful garment the tea gown. Tea gowns in France, under the r,gime of Worth, have become most luxurious garments.
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