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After reading my letters I wept till every atom of my body writhed with agonized emotion. I was aroused by Mrs M'Swat hammering at my door and inquiring: "What ails ye, child? Did ye git bad noos from home?" I recovered myself as by a miracle, and replied, no; that I was merely a little homesick, and would be out presently.
Although her words were unkind, her tone was not, and as she rectified his omissions and put her arm round him Jenny gave her father a light hug. "All right, are you? Been a good boy?" "Yes ... a good boy...." he feebly and waveringly responded. "What's the noos to-night, Jenny?" Jenny considered. It made her frown, so concentrated was her effort to remember.
Haskell in sepulchral tones, "I shouldn't wonder but what she be a-goin' up to Susan's to pick out poor Abel's things." "Dear, do you raly think so?" gasped Betty, almost dropping her basket in her horror. "Why the noos of him bein' killed only come this marnin'." "I d' 'low she be a-goin' there," repeated Mrs. Haskell emphatically.
"I du be that full o' noos this marnin' that my innards be all of a quake, Peter, all of a quake!" he nodded, saying which, he sat down close beside me. "Peter." "Yes, Ancient?"
"Why, that's the p'int that's the very noos as I've got to tell 'ee," chuckled the Ancient, as he seated himself in the corner.
Why, who but old Peggy, the 'oman wot you put out at Clapham." "Well, never mind Peggy, now, Bill; I want to ask you what you have done with Margaret Joplin, whom, sly seducer that you are, you carried off from " "Why, man, Peggy be Joplin, and Joplin be Peggy! And it's for that piece of noos that I got all them pretty new picters of his Majesty Bill, my namesake, God bliss 'im!"
Ah, you'll never find the way; follow me, -I have some questions to put to you." "Nothin' agin my carakter, I hopes, your honour," said Beck, timidly. "Oh, no!" "Noos of the mattris, then?" exclaimed Beck, joyfully.
There was, indeed, some ground for the boy's remark, for his "noos" had evidently overwhelmed Mrs Mooney chiefly with joy, on account of her friend Mrs Lockley, to whom, even when "in liquor", she was tenderly attached. She continued to gaze speechless at Pat, who took advantage of the opportunity to do a little private business on his own account.
She had vanished without a word, except a request to Keggs to tell the driver of her taxi to go to the Thirty-Third Street subway. "Must 'a' 'ad bad noos," Keggs thought, "because she were look'n' white as a sheet." Mamie was sorry that Ruth had had bad news, but her departure certainly helped to relieve the pressure of an appalling situation. With the absence of Ruth and Mrs.
Haskell, who was too anxious to gossip to dally by the way in a disquisition on the Game Laws, assented to her friend's argument with somewhat disappointing promptness, and returned to the original subject of discussion. "I be real curious to hear that there bit o' noos." "You'll be surprised I d' 'low," said Mrs. Tuffin.
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