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Perkins removed his hat and caressingly polished that glistening orb, his head, with a large rainbow-hued handkerchief. 'You see, Insect, he said, beaming upon his wife, 'this young feller, Nickperry, an orphantual lad, as I explained, has taken a fancy to Dursley. 'And you've taken a fancy to Nickperry, I suppose as you call him.
Perkins nodded approvingly, and her husband said: 'That's a very fair offer. You have an engagious way with you, Nickperry; and so we'll engage you at ten bob and all found for a start. How's that, Whizkers? The mistress assented pleasantly, and added: 'You'll tell Mrs. Gabbitas to see to the room, George, won't you, and and to give Nickperry what he needs? She will understand.
'I worked in the garden every day at the Orphanage, s' Mister Perkins. Mr. Perkins smiled even more broadly than usual. 'It's "Mister" not "Smister" Perkins, Nickperry. I smiled, and felt the colour rise in my face. 'Tssp! Well, I see you can take a joke, anyway; an' that's even more important, really, than horticulturous knowledge. Tssp! There's my breakfast bell, an' I'm not dressed.
He would have addressed his wife as 'Blow-fly, or 'Sossidge, or 'Piggins, or by any of the ridiculous names of the sort that he affected, in the presence of the queen or his own handy lad. I have overheard similar expressions of playful ribaldry upon his wife's lips many a time, but never when I was obviously and officially in their presence. 'And what about pay, Nickperry?
'Has he given you a name yet? she asked, as we rose from the table, giving her head a jerk as she spoke in the direction of the little pantry, in which I gathered there was a revolving hatch communicating with the dining-room. 'Well, he called me "Nickperry," I said, 'or "Peripatacious Nick." 'Ah!
Oh, well, you'll see to it, anyway, won't you? That's right. So long er Nickperry! 'Good-morning, sir! And with that I found myself following Mr. John along a darkish passage to a well-lighted apartment, divided by a ground-glass partition from an office in which I saw perhaps eight or ten clerks at work. 'Now, Mr.
Jus' come along this way, Nickperry. In the neatly paved yard at the back of the house stood a well-conditioned cow, of the colour of a new-husked horse chestnut. She was peacefully chewing her cud, oblivious quite to the flight of time. Mr.
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