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There was always a lot of talk about them in the servants' hall, but I didn't notice it. They were a great trouble to Mrs. Barfield I told you, mother, that she was one of ourselves, didn't I?" A look of contempt passed over Jim's face, and he said "We've quite enough talk 'ere about the Brethren; give them a rest. What about the 'orses? Did they win any races? Yer can't 'ave missed 'earing that."
Hazel frowned; but she wanted a promise from Vessons, so she made no retort. 'You wunna tell 'im? she pleaded. ''Im? Never will I! Wild 'orses shanna drag it from me, nor yet blood 'orses, nor 'unters, nor cart-'orses, nor Suffolk punches! Vessons waxed eloquent, for again righteousness and desire coincided. He did not want a woman at Undern.
But he had a request to make and prefaced it with many a "Beg y' pardon, Sir." Could the Major see his way to letting the Slane-M'Kenna wedding be adorned by the presence of four Battery horses to pull a hired barouche? The Major could, and so could the Battery. Excessively so. It was a gorgeous wedding. "Wot did I do it for?" said Corporal Slane. "For the 'orses o' course.
Don’t you think, because you ride on my mail, I’m going to talk to you about ’orses.
The half-dozen Canaries were mere blinds. Yet Jap believed in himself. "Hi tell you, Sammy, me boy, you'll see me with 'orses of my own yet," he would say, when some trifling success inflated his dirty little chest. He was not without ambition, in a weak, flabby, once-in-a-while way, and he sometimes wished to be known as a fancier.
"He came up and spoke to us, and Esther stopped to speak to the parson." "To the parson. What do you mean?" The circumstance was explained, and William asked them what they thought of the racing. "We didn't see no racing," said Sarah; "we was on the 'ill on the wooden 'orses. Esther's 'orse won. She got a mug; show the mug, Esther." "So you saw no Derby after all?" said William.
Was he going to fall? Before Patsy could do anything he recovered himself and spoke. "You have business with me?" he said to the tramp. "Yes, sir." Mr. Baker was suddenly cringingly respectful. "I came 'ere to talk business an' was set upon by this yere man o' yourn somethink crool. I'd sack him if I was you. Your 'orses wouldn't be safe with 'im, 'im bein' so 'ot-tempered."
When he don't bet he takes no notice, walks past with a vague look on his face, as if he didn't see the people, and he don't care that for the 'orses. Knowing he don't mean no business, I cries to him, 'The best price, Mr. Buff; two to one on the field, ten to one bar two or three. He just catches his hie-glass tighter in eye and looks at me, smiles, shakes his head, and goes on.
There for the first time young Monkey saw thoroughbred horses. They were a revelation to the lad. He stood and gaped at their beauty. "Don't 'alf shine neever!" he gasped. "I reck'n our Mary couldn't 'old 'em." At the end of the week the Joes returned to Tiger Bay without their coachman. "Where's my Monkey then?" cried his mother. "Stayed along o' the 'orses," young Joe answered, unharnessing.
"Yes, sare in London I was in business there." "Mercantile?" said I. "No, sare; I attended to mi-lor Granby's 'orses." "Oh! that indeed!" "Yes, sare;" and so the conversation went on in a manner both entertaining and instructive. In the course of it, I gathered that my shabby-genteel friend was going to Revel to attend a 'orse-race.
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