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Updated: June 22, 2025
By contrast with her ugly surroundings she looked fresh and dainty. Her eyes were bright and her face as smooth and unwrinkled as a child's. "Bon jour," she cried gaily, "ah! but I am 'ungry! It is the air of the country! I love so the country!" "I hope you slept well, Madame!" said Desmond solicitously, looking admiringly at her trim figure.
"What did she say?" inquired the woman. "Axed me if I was 'ungry," replied the hoarse voice. "What did you say?" "Said I was jist!" "And then she came in and got buns and came out and gave them to you, did she?" The child nodded. "How many?" "Five." The woman thought it over. "Left just one for herself," she said, in a low voice. "And she could have eaten the whole six I saw it in her eyes."
"Then why not sit down and rest?" "Because I'd 'ave to get up again, wouldn't I?" "Are you hungry? "'Ungry aren't the word for it." "And how is trade?" "Couldn't be worse!" "I perceive you are a pessimist," said I. "No," said he, "I'm a pedler baptism'l name Richard, commonly known as 'Gabbin' Dick." "At least yours is a fine healthy trade," said I. "'Ow so?"
A right rig'lar swell! I knows 'em soverings an' red socks. What's come to our Mattie? 'Ere's Daddy Longlegs arter her, vith his penny and his blessin'! an' 'ere's this 'ere mighty swell vith his soverings an' his red socks! An' she's 'ungry, poor gal! This 'ere yellow-boy? I 'ain't got no faith in swells no more 'n in Daddy Longlegses I 'ain't! S'posin' he wants to marry her? Not if I knows it.
"I 'ave me faults, none knows better than meself," said Joe humbly, "but thinkin' of them won't fill me belly on a night like this." "Now look 'ere," said Jonah, "I'm in a 'urry. I won't give yer any money, but if ye're 'ungry, come across the street, an' I'll buy yer a meal." Joe hesitated, but the thought of good money being wasted on food was too much for him, and he played his last card.
And they are a 'ungry lot, they are; and they ain't no work to do, and that's why they comes kicking and tearing and worriting just to see a bit of painting on a young lady's shoulders."
Willie did as he was told, and soon felt dry and quite hungry; but he was a thoughtful little fellow, and determined to wait bravely until Bob could get something for him to eat. "Are yer dry, Willie?" asked Bob. "Should jist think I am," replied Willie; "feel me." "Come on, then; let's go and see if we can find some work. Ain't yer 'ungry?" "Little." said Willie briefly.
"She's cold and 'ungry, and she has money to pay," he said. "Come in, then, Missy, come in; yer's a good fire, and a hunk of cheese, and some brown bread, and there'll be soup by-and-by. Yes," winking at her son, "there'll be good strong soup by-and-by." Flower, who had come up close to the threshold of the hut, now drew back a step or two.
The policeman looked at him for a few moments. "Well, of course, you meant it kindly, sir!" he said, "but if I was you I wouldn't do that again. If you'll excuse me sayin' it, sir, it was a damn silly thing to do!" "Why?" "Why! 'Alf the kids about 'ere is too 'ungry to eat. That kid ought to be in the 'ospital by rights. Don't never give 'em no puddin' or stuff like that, sir.
Is there any cold chicken you could grill?" "Chota murghi one egg lay, mem-sahib, anda poach. Sahib, chicken grill laike!" "Oh, all right! But I thought of a mutton-chop for the major sahib." "Sahib no laike!" "Very well, that will do a poached egg for me and grilled chicken for the sahib." "No, mem-sahib no 'nuf. Sahib plenty 'ungry chicken grill, peechy ramble-tamble egg!"
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