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"I found a new customer for you this afternoon," he announced, winking mysteriously. "If Cap'n Hunken should call along you'll know what I mean." On his homeward road the industrious man had a stroke of good luck. He espied Captain Hocken, and made haste to overtake him. "Good evenin', Cap'n Cai!" "Ah Mr Philp? Good evenin' to 'ee."
A happy release. I dropped in to see if they'd given you the job." John Peter shook his head. "And I don't suppose you'll get it, neither," said Mr Philp; "but I wanted to make sure. Push, that's what you want. That's the only thing nowadays. Push. . . . You're lookin' at John Peter's misfits, I see," he went on, turning to Cai.
Close on his right a man in black stood peering, as Mrs Bowldler had described, but now into the drawing-room window; shielding, for a better view, the brim of a tall hat which Captain Cai recognised with an exclamation "Mr Philp!" Mr Philp withdrew his gaze, turned about and nodded without embarrassment. "Good evenin', Cap'n. Friend arrived?"
Mr Philp yes, it was Mr Philp in black merino frock, Paisley shawl and ribboned cap on which a few puce-coloured poppies nodded Mr Philp, with a handful of knitting, and a ball of worsted trailing at his feet But it is impossible to construct a sentence which would do justice to Mr Philp as he loomed up and swam into ken through 'Bias's awed surmise; and the effort shall be abandoned.
As I was tellin' him, when I heard your tap here at the window " "But I don't and I wasn' tappin' for you, either." "Appears not," said Mr Philp, with a glance at the empty glass in Cai's hand. "Where is he? Still in the garden, d'ye say?" "Ay: somewheres down by the summer-house.
It is something of a pleasure to know Sir Robt. Philp, but it is a matter of pride to have known Mr. Philp "Lang Syne," when men of ability, character, and generosity were not rare or difficult to find. I have alluded several times to "partners," or "mates," which was the more popular term. These partnerships were quite common amongst carriers and diggers in bygone days.
Everybody knew Mr Philp and his propensities. As Mr Toy the barber was wont to say, "Philp don't mean any harm: he just makes mischief like a bee makes honey." So Cai said, "Cheer-o, 'Bias!" his usual greeting hoped he saw Mrs Bosenna well, and fell in on the other side of her by the breast-rail.
"Ruination, Philp tells me that's if you choose to believe Philp." "I've better information than Philp's, I'm sorry to say." "Whose?" "Fancy Tabb's." "She didn' tell me so when I saw her to-day." That child don't speak at random. I don't see, though, as it makes much difference, up or down?" "No difference?"
And I reck'ned as you an' Cap'n Hunken had ne'er a secret you didn't share!" "Bias?" asked Cai slowly. "Who was talkin' of 'Bias?" "It takes 'em that way sometimes," said Mr Philp, wiping a rheumy eye. "An' the longer they puts it off the more you can't never tell which way it will take 'em.
Will ye take the bird for a gift, or would ye rather have sixpence to wring its neck?" "Both," suggested Mr Philp with promptitude. "What yer wrigglin' for like that, at the back o' my chair, you Tabb's child?" asked Mr Rogers, whose paralysis prevented his turning his head. "Offer for 'n, master!" whispered Fancy. Mr Rogers, if he heard, made no sign. "D'ye mean it?" he inquired of 'Bias.
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