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For that old Miss Tabitha's got a tongue as long as a tailor's yard-measure wot allus measures a bit oif to 'is own good, an' Sir Morton Pippitt he do nothin' but run wild-like all over the place a-talkin' of it everywhere, an' old Putty Leveson, he's up at the 'All, day in, an' day out, tellin' 'ow you was goin' to hit 'im in the eye hor-hor-hor! an' why didn't ye do it, Passon?
If 'tain't Sir Morton Pippitt, it's Leach, an' if 'tain't Leach it's Putty Leveson an' if 'tain't Leveson, why it's Adam Frost an' his wife, an' if 'tain't Frost an' his wife, why it's you an' me, old gel! We can get up a breeze as well as any couple wot was ever jined in the bonds of 'oly matterimony! Hor-hor-hor!
And when there was a man died, or a baby born, or some other sich like calamity in the village, he worn't never to 'and to 'elp,-but he would give a look in when it was all over, and then he sez, sez he: 'I'm sorry, my man, I wasn't 'ere to comfort ye, but I was up at the 'All. And he did roll it round and round in his mouth like as 'twas a lump o' butter and 'oney 'up at the 'All'! Hor-hor-hor!
I am aware that my consonances do not tympanise on your brain. Good afternoon!" "Petrol Stored Here!" said Bainton, standing squat before the announcement, as he returned from his day's work "Hor-hor-hor! Hor- hor! I say, Mr. Netlips, don't blow us all into the middle of next week. Where does ye store it? Out in the coal-shed? It's awful 'spensive, ain't it?" "It is costly," admitted Mr.
"They was jes' crossin' the churchyard when I spied 'em," answered Bainton; "An' Sir Morton was makin' some very speshul observations of his own on the 'herly Norman period. Hor-hor-hor! An' they've got ole Putty Leveson with 'em " "Bainton!" interrupted Walden severely; "How often must I tell you that you should not speak of the rector of Badsworth in that disrespectful manner?"
An' I was fair mazed over that 'oley bit, but I found out all about it! hor-hor-hor!" and Bainton began to laugh with exceeding delight at his own perspicuity "A few minutes' gossip with old Missis Tapple at the post-office did it! hor-hor-hor! for she told me, bless 'er heart! as 'ow Miss Vancourt 'ad given it t'ye for fun, as a sort o' reward like for sendin' off some telegrams for 'er!
And he broke into a laugh so joyous and mellow that Bainton found it quite irresistible and joined in it with a deep "Hor-hor-hor!" evoked from the hollow of his throat, and beginning loudly, but dying away into a hoarse intermittent chuckle.
"Example," sighed Mrs. Buggins, "is better than precept. It would be more decent if the lady showed herself in church as a lesson to others, if she did so more lost sheep might follow!" "Hor-hor-hor!" chuckled Bainton, from a corner of the room "Don't you worrit yourself, Missis Buggins, 'bout no lost sheep!
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