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At length someone poked his head round the traverse to discover "Pongo" sitting on the sandbag recently vacated by Corporal Bateman, trying to balance the bomb on the point of a bayonet. "'Ullo!" said that individual. "I thought as 'ow you'd gone 'ome for the week-end. 'E wouldn't 'urt me, not this little bloke," and he fondled the jam tin.
Young men of wit and spirit addressed each other in this manner, "Ullo 'Arry O'Cock. Wot's it all for? Eh? Wot's it all bloomin' well for?" To which there sprang up a competing variety of repartees, for the most part impolite. The most popular and best adapted for general use appears to have been "Shut it," or, in a voice of scornful detachment "Gam I" There were others almost equally popular.
"A body never gets a square meal in this house now that that blessed thing's been put in!" Then he laid down his knife and fork, scuttled upstairs to the instrument, and unhooked the receiver. "'Ullo! Wot's the rumpus?" he shouted into it. "Yus, this is Captain Burbage's. Wot? No, he ain't in. Dunno when he will be. Dunno where he is. Who is it as wants him? If there's any message "
Here, apart from an occasional cut-and-dry battle between two enthusiastic individuals in the fringes of the crowd, there was never any need for police interference. There were two flat races before the National. The horses were gathering for the first when Albert in his shirt sleeves bustled across the Paddock. A whistle stopped him and he turned. "'Ullo, Mr. Brand!" "Where are you off to?"
'You stick to that then, and 'ullo, there is Budkin come at last! Must go back to Miss Mabel, hey? Well, well, I won't keep yer; good-bye till the day after to-morrow then, and don't you forgit what you'd 'a been if you'd been thrown on the world without an uncle there'd be no pretty Miss Mabel for you then, whatever you may think about it, young chap!
Any other topic you would like to sudgest, the rynegyge, the lightnin' rod, Shykespeare, or the musical glasses? 'Ere's conversation on a tap. Put a penny in the slot, and... 'ullo! 'ere they are! he cried. 'Now or never is 'e goin' to shoot? And the little man straightened himself into an alert and dashing attitude, and looked steadily at the enemy.
He blew a little cloud of smoke in the air, and with half-closed eyes corrected his first impression as to the tune being played round the corner. "Bill!" cried the voice of Mrs. Jobling, who was washing-up in the tiny scullery. "'Ullo!" responded Mr. Jobling, gruffly. "You've been putting your wet teaspoon in the sugar-basin, and well, I declare, if you haven't done it again."
He had been engaged in cleaning up the House against the conclusion of the summer holidays, of which this was the last evening, by the simple process of transferring all dust, dirt, and other foreign substances from the floor to his own person. ''Ullo, Mr Marriott, he said. 'Hullo, William, said Marriott. 'How are you? Still jogging along? That's a mercy.
He blew a little cloud of smoke in the air, and with half-closed eyes corrected his first impression as to the tune being played round the corner. "Bill!" cried the voice of Mrs. Jobling, who was washing-up in the tiny scullery. "'Ullo!" responded Mr. Jobling, gruffly. "You've been putting your wet teaspoon in the sugar-basin, and well, I declare, if you haven't done it again."
It was not to be, however. For Long Kirby was standing at the door with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. Barely had he greeted the gray dog with "Ullo, Owd Un!" when hoarse yells of "'Ware, lad! The Terror!" mingled with Red Wull's roar. Half turning, he saw the great dog bounding to the attack. Straightway he flung the boiling contents of his cup full in that rage-wracked countenance.
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