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Jeff's eyes sparkled with delight as he pressed the toy up under his blouse, out of sight, and then he darted away from the pile of toys, on the sidewalk toys that had hastily been carried out of the burning store. "Hi, golly! I's done gone fool dat p'liceman," murmured Jeff, as he stepped off the sidewalk and made his way out of the crowd in front of the burning store.
They wear divided skirts." At that, Johnnie turned pale. "Well, I bet girls can't be pirate-killers," he retorted angrily, "like Jim Hawkins. Or a p'liceman on horseback, or a millionaire, or own islands all by theirselves, or ride el'phants like Aladdin, or poke other girls off horses with spears!" As Big Tom now came scuffing into the kitchen, nothing more could be said on the subject.
An' 'im the apple of 'er eye, as the sayin' is. It's 'ard ter be a mother in Cardigan Street. Yer girls are mothers before their bones are set, an' yer sons are dodgin' the p'liceman round the corner before they're in long trousers." It was rare for Mrs Yabsley to touch on her private sorrows, and there was an embarrassing silence.
"While all them psalm-smiters were busy to death sweepin' the cobwebs out o' their muddy souls upstairs, the old wash-tub o' sins was full to the bung o' good wholesome rye underneath 'em. Was it a bright notion? Well, I'd smile. If it don't beat the whole blamed circus. Is there a p'liceman in the country 'ud chase up a Meetin' House for liquor? Not on your life.
"Dere she am!" he cried, holding her up. "Dere's mah pussy! I done got her at de fire, an' de p'liceman didn't see me!" For a moment there was silence in the dingy basement tenement where Jeff lived. His brothers and sisters, all smaller than he, crowded up around him as he held the China Cat high in the air. "Ain't she jess boo'ful!" murmured one little black girl.
Him t'ink much funny, very strange, how you can be mother of men so big, so strong, like dat p'liceman." Emily Travers kept her eyes up and unfaltering, but her cheeks were sprayed with scarlet. Little Dickensen blushed and was quite embarrassed. The policeman's face blazed with his boy's blood. "Come along, you," he said gruffly, setting his shoulder to the crowd and forcing a way.
It was 'Liza's day out, an' she went an' got 'toxicated, an' a p'liceman he took her up, an' nex' mornin' my Uncle Frank, they sent to him out of the station-house to have him bail her out." "My, my! She was as full as that?" "What's bail her out?" inquired Radcliffe. Mrs. Slawson considered.
You just look out for yourself! 'And you just turn out of my house, cried Bessie, scarlet with wrath. 'This minute! Sarah! Sarah! Run out by the arey-steps and fetch a p'liceman, this minute! The idea! Clem had said her say, however, and with a few more volleys of atrocious language was content to retire.
"You a p'liceman?" asked the big man, as he placed the weapons under the bar. "I'm Deputy Sheriff of Maricopa County, Arizona." "And I'm a member of the Northwest Mounted Police," said Benson. "You're a long way from home, and you've got no friends here. This man has. He says he's a sailor, and I'm a friend o' sailors. Been one myself, and I make my livin' off 'em.
"Don't you remember what she said 'bout our never telling that? She said a p'liceman as big as the giant Jack killed would git us an' he would gouge out our eyes an' then he would go an' take Mother to jail an' maybe he'd even hang her by the neck until she was dead." "Has your mother done anything wicked that a policeman would do such a thing to her?" asked Josie patiently and gently.
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