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When I'm on the kerb shouting 'Speshul! and you comes to me with yer 'a'penny in yer 'and, you're master an' I'm man. When I comes into your shop to order refreshments, and to pay for 'em, I'm boss. Savey? You can bring me a rasher and two eggs, and see that they're this season's. The lidy will have a full-sized haddick and a cocoa." Well, there was justice in what he said.
The trim lady-secretary, however, bent forward with an air of annoyance. She had not, perhaps, realised that Mrs. Dickson was so much of a character. "If they cotch Mr. Butterford, they'll make 'im pay up smart for lettin yer do such a thing as make knickers in 'is 'ouse. So I asks the lidy, Wot's ter become o' me an the little uns?
But what was amazing was her self-possession. "Now yer laffin' at me," she began in a conversational tone, nodding towards the group of women she had just left. "You go 'long! I told the lidy I'd speak, an I will. Well, they comes to me, an they ses, Mrs.
Replacing the string, the knife, the wishbone and the marbles, he ignited the match against the tightest part of his person and lit the cigarette. "I can help yer. I know the ropes." "And smoke them," said George, wincing. "Pardon?" "Nothing." Albert took an enjoyable whiff. "I know all about yer." "You do?" "You and Lidy Mord." "Oh, you do, do you?"
"Oh, that be blowed!" exclaimed the young fellow. "That don't make no matter; I ain't afraid of you or the lidy stealin' the stuff; I wasn't hidin' it from either of you." "No?" queried I. "From whom, then, were you hiding it?" "Why, from the rest of 'em, of course. We're all hidin' our stuff from one another. We don't tell each other so; but we're doin' it all the same."
"Ther' ain't nothin' fer it, Mandy," said he, "but fer ye to take the baby an' go right over to the camp fer the night, an' keep an eye on this bilin'." "But, father," protested his wife, in a doubtful voice, "how kin I leave Lidy an' Joe here alone?" "Oh, there ain't nothin' goin' to bother them, an' Lidy 'most ten year old!" insisted Dave, who was in a hurry. "Don't fret, mother.
'Yer know, Tom, she said, after a little silence, 'I'm so sorry I spoke cross like when I met yer in the street; you ain't spoke ter me since. 'Oh, thet's all over now, old lidy, we needn't think of thet. 'Oh, but I 'ave treated yer bad. I'm a regular wrong 'un, I am. He pressed her hand without speaking. 'I say, Tom, she began, after another pause.
The janitor, a highly efficient but exceedingly bad-humoured cockney, who was dissatisfied with all things Canadian because "in the old country we do things differently" whose sharp tongue was feared by many, and who once remarked to a lady teacher in the most casual way, "If you was a lidy, I'd wipe my boots on you!" this selfsame janitor, standing by the furnace, turned slowly around, showed his pale and hollow-eyed face, and smiled a withering and commiserating smile.
With a grinding of brakes the cab came to a standstill at the entrance to the block of flats, and after a few minutes Emily, the unhurried maid-of-all-work, whom Nan's sense of fitness had re-christened "our Adagio," jerked the door open, announcing briefly: "A lidy." Penelope turned quickly, and a look of pleasure flashed into her face. "Kitty! Back in town at last!
"I was listening at the key-'ole while the row was goin' on." "There was a row, was there?" A faint smile of retrospective enjoyment lit up Albert's face. "An orful row! Shoutin' and yellin' and cussin' all over the shop. About you and Lidy Maud." "And you drank it in, eh?" "Pardon?" "I say, you listened?" "Not 'arf I listened.
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