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Updated: May 14, 2025
"It sarves thim right," said Mr. Hennessy. "They ought to be at home tindin' th' babies." "A thrue statement an' a sound argymint that appeals to ivry man. P'raps they havn't got any babies. A baby is a good substichoot f'r a ballot, an' th' hand that rocks th' cradle sildom has time f'r anny other luxuries.
"Those scamps in the long-boat had better have waited till morning, as he said. I don't think they'll ever get to land." "Nor I, sorr," replied the first mate; "but it sarves them right, bad cess to 'em!" "Well," said the other, "if they have gone down, they've gone with all their sins on their heads, for they certainly believed that they left us to perish, and did so purposely, too!"
"'Stranger, sais I, 'it was nothin' but some poor no-souled critter, like yourself, that was skeered a'most to death, and wanted to be helped out that's all." "'Skeered! said he, 'sarves him right then; he might have knowed how to feel for other folks, and not funkify them so peskily; I don't keer if he never gets out; but I have my doubts about its bein' a livin' human, I tell you.
"Why, you bean't workin' 's arternoon then, Job?" he inquired solemnly. "Noa!" "Goin' to tak' a 'olleyday, p'r'aps?" "Ah! I'm done wi' smithin' leastways, for Black Jarge." "And him wi' all that raft o' work in, Job? Pretty fix 'e'll be in wi' no one to strike for 'im!" said Simon. "Sarves un right tu!" retorted Job, furtively rubbing his left knee.
It jist clears up on purpose I do believe, to tempt you out without your umbreller, and jist as sure as you trust it and leave it to home, it clouds right up, and sarves you out for it it does indeed. What a sight of new clothes I've spilte here, for the rain has a sort of dye in it. It stains so, it alters the colour of the cloth, for the smoke is filled with gas and all sorts of chemicals.
"Or else ye've got ter enter inter a new compact." "What's thet?" A ring of hope sounded in the question, since in any fresh deal lies the possibility of better fortune. "Ter go on holdin' yore hand twell this feud business blows over an' I sarves notice on ye thet our own private war's opened up ergin."
"Tom, give back the money directly," said she, looking at me suspiciously. Tom laid it on the table before me, without saying a word. "Take it, Tom," said I, colouring up. "I had it from my mother." "From your mother, Jacob!" said old Tom. "Nay, that could not well be, if my memory sarves me right. Still it may be."
When he returned to the ground it was flat on his face he fell, an', rowlin' over his head, came up on his knees with a roar that putt the tigers and pigs to shame. Sarves you right, says I, steppin' out of my hole. Av coorse he thought I was a divil of some sort, for he turned as white in the face as a brown man could, an' bolted without so much as sayin' farewell.
The baronet jumped, roared, hopped, stamped, kicked off his shoes, and ran home damning the old woman, and himself too, for having tried to teach her how to make mutton broth. As he ran off, the ungrateful hag screamed after him, "Sarves you right; teach you to mind your own business." The next day, in his magisterial capacity, he commanded the attendance of "the dealer in slops."
A pretty woman, standing on the porch, had watched Si's raid from the doorway. As he fell back in utter rout she screamed "Sarves ye right!" and then sat down on the doorstep and laughed till she cried. She enjoyed it as much as the bees did.
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