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"George," ses the 'ousekeeper. "George? George who?" ses Alfred, very severe. "Why your uncle, of course," ses the 'ousekeeper. "Do you think I've got a houseful of Georges?" Young Alf sat staring at her and couldn't say a word. He noticed that the room 'ad been altered, and that there was a big photygraph of her stuck up on the mantelpiece.
A photygraph iv him is took without a collar, he's yanked befure an awful coort iv justice, a deef-mute lawyer is appinted to look afther his inthrests an' see that they don't suffer be bein' kept in th' stuffy atmosphere iv th' coortroom, th' State's attorney presints a handsome pitcher iv him as a fiend in human form, th' judge insthructs th' jury iv onprejudiced jurors in a hurry to get home that they ar-re th' sole judges iv th' law an' th' fact, th' law bein' that he ought to be hanged an' th' fact bein' that he will be hanged, an' befure our proletory frind comes out iv his thrance he's havin' his first thorough fill-up iv ham an' eggs, an' th' clargy ar-re showin' an amount iv inthrest in him that must be surprisin' to a man iv his humble station.
Keep the gate locked, and don't let anybody in you don't know. Especially that monkey-faced imitation of a man. Here 'e is. That's his likeness. "He pulled a photygraph out of 'is coatpocket and 'anded it to me. "'That's 'im, he ses. 'Fancy a gal getting love-letters from a thing like that! And she was on'y twenty last birthday. Keep your eye on 'er, Bill, and don't let 'er out of your sight.
"George," ses the 'ousekeeper. "George? George who?" ses Alfred, very severe. "Why your uncle, of course," ses the 'ousekeeper. "Do you think I've got a houseful of Georges?" Young Alf sat staring at her and couldn't say a word. He noticed that the room 'ad been altered, and that there was a big photygraph of her stuck up on the mantelpiece.
Charlie Tagg went to 'im because he was the only man 'e could trust, and for over arf an hour he was telling Jack Bates all 'is troubles, and at last, as a great favour, he let 'im see the Sydney gal's photygraph, and told him that all that pore gal's future 'appiness depended upon 'im.
"An' ye might count 'em them spoons," said the old man. "Yes." "An' the forks." "Yes." "An' them photygraph pictures in the parlor." "All right, father." The woman turned away. Her step was slow, but confident the last word had been said. To Jane Pendergast her father had gone with the going of his keen, clear mind, twenty years before.
You don't owe me anything and I don't owe you anything. That's the way Gerty puts it, and she told me to tell you so." "If if she don't want me I'm agreeable," ses Bob, in a choking voice. "We'll call it quits, and next time I tumble overboard I 'ope you won't be handy." He took Gerty's photygraph out of 'is box and handed it to George. "You've got more right to it now than wot I 'ave," he ses.
In bidding us a cheery good-bye, he noticed my kodak. "Yees be one o' them photygraph parties, hey?" and laughed knowingly, as though he had caught me in a familiar trick. No child of nature so simple, in these days, as not to recognize a kodak. Warsaw, Ky.
Nowadays they talk about th' edycation iv th' child befure they choose th' name. 'Tis: 'Th' kid talks in his sleep. 'Tis th' fine lawyer he'll make. Or, 'Did ye notice him admirin' that photygraph? He'll be a gr-reat journalist. Or, 'Look at him fishin' in Uncle Tim's watch pocket. We must thrain him f'r a banker. Or, 'I'm afraid he'll niver be sthrong enough to wurruk.
The only comfort he 'ad got left was the Sydney gal's photygraph, and he took that out and looked at it under nearly every lamp-post he passed. He went round the next night and 'ad an-other try to get 'is money, but it was no use; and all the good he done was to make Mrs. Cook in such a temper that she 'ad to go to bed before he 'ad arf finished.
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