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"Yell, cooriously enough," returned the Arab, "I've got business at the East End. By the vay, you don't 'appen to 'ave any browns any coppers about you eh?" "Of course I has. You don't suppose a man goes cruisin' about Lun'on without any shot in the locker, do you?" "To be sure not," responded the street boy; "I might 'ave know'd that a man like you wouldn't, anyhow.
"We'll not have much of Billy's company this week, I fear," said Mrs Bright, with a glance of pride at her son, who returned it with a look of surprise. "Why so, Nell?" asked her husband. "Because he has got to go to London." "To Lun'on!" exclaimed the father. "Lun'on!" echoed the son. "Yes; it seems that Miss Ruth that dear young lady, Miss Ruth Dotropy you remember her, Billy?" "Remember her!
"How's that?" asked Puffy. "This is how it was. He got a letter which axed him to call on a lawyer in Lun'on, who told him an old friend of his father had made a lot o' tin out in Austeralia, an' he died, an' left some hundreds o' pounds I don't know how many to his mother."
An' Jim plays that that what's 'is name so beautiful!" "His accordion," said Ned. "Yes his accordium " "No, Billy, not accordium, but accordion." "Well, well no matter. I don't care a button what you calls it, so long as Jim plays it. Why, he'd make his fortin' if he was to play that thing about the streets o' Lun'on. Listen."
I sailed from the port o' Lun'on in a tea-clipper, of which I was the cook; got out to Hong-Kong all right, shipped a cargo, and off again for old England. We hadn't got far when a most horrible gale blew us far out of our course. When it fell calm, soon arter, we was boarded by a pirate. Our captain fought like a hero, but it warn't of no use.
I don't know where he come from, down from Lun'on, I b'leeve: and this was wrong, and that was wrong, and everything was wrong; and then he said he'd have me discharged the sarvice." "Dear me, Mrs Crump; that wouldn't do at all." "Discharged the sarvice! Tuppence farden a day. So I told 'un to discharge hisself, and take all the old bundles and things away upon his shoulders. Letters indeed!
There's every farthin' I stole from your poor mother. I kep' it intendin' to go to Lun'on, and have a good long spree so it's all there. You'll give it to her, but don't tell her who stole it. That's a matter 'tween you an' me an' the Almighty. Just you say that the miserable sinner who took it has bin saved by Jesus Christ, an' now returns it and axes her pardon."
Yes, they don't seem to be quite so far down on the shoes as when I left Yarmouth. I must have grow'd an inch or two since I came up to Lun'on!"
"I didn' use no such low and incorrect expression. My words was 'Now that this here coast-watchin' has come to a ontimely end." "I dessay that was the way you put it," 'Bert admitted. "When you starts talkin' Lun'on, all I can follow is the sense an' lucky if that." "Bodmin," corrected Rat-it-all modestly. "I don't pretend to no more than the Provinces as yet: though Lord knows where I may end."
The little bailiff paused to moisten his lips. From his audience arose feeling murmurs of approval. "Ya known what General Clive ha' done," he resumed. "'Twas all read out o' prent by the crier in corn market. An' the grand folks in Lun'on ha' give him a gowd sword, an' he bin hob-a-nob wi' King Jarge hisself.
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