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You walks up and takes yer chice; leastways, you makes it: somebody else takes it. Mat. Wouldn't you like to take your choice sometimes, Bill? Bill. In course I would. Mat. Then why don't you work, and better yourself a bit? Bill. Bless you, Mattie! myself is werry comf'able. He never complains. Mat. You're hungry sometimes, ain't you? Bill. Most remarkable 'ungry, Mattie this werry moment.
You never knew wot it was to go 'ungry, to cry yerself asleep with yer little belly gnawin' an' gnawin', like a rat inside yer. It carn't come right. If I was President of the United Stytes to-morrer, 'ow would it fill my belly for one time w'en I was a kiddy and it went empty? "'Ow could it, I s'y? I was born to sufferin' and sorrer. I've had more cruel sufferin' than any ten men, I 'ave.
And as though answering my unspoken thought, he wailed: "I never 'ad no chance, not 'arf a chance! 'Oo was there to send me to school, or put tommy in my 'ungry belly, or wipe my bloody nose for me, w'en I was a kiddy? 'Oo ever did anything for me, heh? 'Oo, I s'y?" "Never mind, Tommy," I said, placing a soothing hand on his shoulder. "Cheer up. It'll all come right in the end.
"Ungry" is worse than "nungry"; you mustn't get into the way of dropping your "h's," whatever you do. That matters more than baby talking; it's vulgar. 'It's very unkind of you to call me vulgar, said Eugene, in a very plaintive voice, 'and I'll tell you what, Jass, I'm getting so fir wursty, I mean, that I just can't go all the way back wifout a drink.
I'm try in' to do my best, and hit's 'is biziness to take care hof the rest. Hand 'E 'as so far. I've been a bit 'ungry meself now and then, but the children halways 'ad enough. So I vork and trust and lose no time and strength ha-vorrying. Things'll all come hout right some day; and I've no time to be doin' the Lord's vork bin carryin' the burden hon my shoulders, hif they are broad.
Bimby, now, a nice little gent, but doleful like 'is flute, 'e's always 'ungry 'e is, I'll take my oath shouldn't wonder if 'e don't come to it one o' these days. And talking of 'im I must be going, sir, and thank you kindly, I'm sure." "Why, then," said Barnabas as she bobbed him another curtsy, "will you ask Mr. Bimby if he will do me the pleasure to step down and take supper with me?"
"Oh, yes," said Willie, "I am 'ungry. Ain't yer Bob?" With light hearts the two boys went on, talking eagerly as to how the sixpence should be spent. To these two poor little street arabs it seemed almost unlimited wealth, for never in their short lives had they had so much money to spend. Bob was determined to give Willie a treat, so, without saying where they were going, he led the way to St.
He found that worthy looking as benevolently greasy as ever, and ready to offer him all the resources of his larder. "I thought I'd come and get my tea now, cook, I've got to go out on patrol at sundown. I'm afraid I'm a beastly nuisance." "Nuisance? No, o' course not. I ain't one o' them blokes as grumble cause a feller's 'ungry. Wot d'yer say to a bit o' cold meat and some tea to start with?"
S'pose I must a had another sometime, but I never heard of it. Wot's that? Yuss most nineteen. Wot? Oh, go throw summink at yourself! I aren't too young to be 'ungry, am I? And where's a cove goin' to find this 'ere 'honest work' you're a-talkin' of? I'm fair sick of the gime of lookin' for it.
She admitted some one, after a moment's parley. The husky, low-toned voice of a man came to the ears of those in the dining-room. As Joey arose to investigate, the maid came in. "It's the same man who was 'ere yesterday, Mr. Noakes. He says as he's 'ungry." "Braddock," said Joey in a half whisper.
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