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Updated: June 13, 2025
I remember a time, Teddy, where there was bicycles no end, when you could stand just here the road was as smooth as a board then and see twenty or thirty coming and going at the same time, bicycles and moty-bicycles; moty cars, all sorts of whirly things." "No!" said Teddy. "I do. They'd keep on going by all day, 'undreds and 'undreds." "But where was they all going?" asked Teddy.
But his misery only seemed to goad Bessie to fresh fury. She turned upon him, arms akimbo. 'Oh! an of course it must be me as robs yer! It couldn't be nobody else, could it? There isn't tramps an thieves, an rogues 'undreds of 'em going about o' nights? Nary one, I believe yer! There isn't another thief in Clinton Magna, nobbut Bessie Costrell, is ther?
"No one thought I should make old bones, I was that thin and white, and nothin' seemed to do me no good; I took physic enough to kill a 'orse, and as for heggs an' such like I eat 'undreds. But, lor', they just went through me like jollop. It was an old neighbour of ours as cured me; she said, says she, 'What you want, Liza, is stimilant; stout 'ud soon set you right. An' sure enough it did.
What was they?" "Gent'men in business, people with money leastways we thought it was money till everything smashed up, and then seemingly it was jes' paper all sorts. Why, there was 'undreds of thousands of them. There was millions. I've seen that 'I Street there regular so's you couldn't walk along the pavements, shoppin' time, with women and people shoppin'."
"But what makes you sure it's your Island?" "You wait till we get to Stratford and ask him," said the boy, nodding, bright and confident. "Arsk'oo? Shakespeare? Sakes alive, child! Don't yer know 'e's been dead these 'undreds o' years?" "Has he?" His face fell, but after a moment grew cheerful again. "But that needn't matter. There must be heaps of people left to tell us about it."
Up at cock-crow, scrubbin' the floors, washin' the babies, feedin' the fowls or the pigs, peelin' the taters, makin' the pot boil, an' tryin' to make out 'ow twelve shillin's an' sixpence a week can be made to buy a pound's worth o' food, trapsin' to market, an' wonderin' whether the larst born in the cradle aint somehow got into the fire while mother's away, 'opin' an' prayin' for the Lord's sake as 'usband don't come 'ome blind drunk, where's the room for any selfishness in sich a life as that? the life lived by 'undreds o' wimin all over this 'ere blessed free country?
I went into one me and old Higgins las' year and there was a room with books, Teddy you know what I mean by books, Teddy?" "I seen 'em. I seen 'em with pictures." "Well, books all round, Teddy, 'undreds of books, beyond-rhyme or reason, as the saying goes, green-mouldy and dry. I was for leaven' 'em alone I was never much for reading but ole Higgins he must touch em.
Well, what about when a lark goes up in the sky and stays there about a quarter of an hour? Why, if it was true that the earth was turnin' round at that rate all the time, when the bird came down it would find itself 'undreds of miles away from the place where it went up from! But that doesn't 'appen at all; the bird always comes down in the same spot.
We've got 'undreds of 'em!" John sat back in his seat and stared at the driver. He was incapable of speaking, and the driver, busy with his horses, said no more. The 'bus crossed the river, drove along King William Street into Prince's Street, and stopped. The conductor climbed to the roof and called to John. "You chynge 'ere," he said, beckoning him.
Spires, "it do indeed, but, Lord, it is the best that could 'appen to 'em; who's to care for 'em? and there is 'undreds and 'undreds of them ay, thousands and thousands every year and they all dies like the early shoots. It is 'ard, very 'ard, poor little dears, but they is best out of the way they is only an expense and a disgrace." Mrs. Spires talked on in a rapid, soothing, soporific voice.
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