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But now she was angry enough to be coming at least part of the way up, and it sounded as if she was driving Becky before her. "You impudent, dishonest child!" they heard her say. "Cook tells me she has missed things repeatedly." "'T warn't me, mum," said Becky sobbing. "I was 'ungry enough, but 't warn't me never!" "You deserve to be sent to prison," said Miss Minchin's voice.
So I 'appened to be down near the 'Ome one day three weeks past, an' I see Lumpy a-goin' in. `'Allo! says I. `'Allo! says 'e; an' then 'e told me all about it. `Does they feed you well? I axed. `Oh! don't they, just! said 'e. `There's to be a blow hout this wery night, said 'e. `I wonder, says I, `if they'd let me in, for I'm uncommon 'ungry, I tell you; 'ad nuffin' to heat since last night. Just as I said that, a lot o' fellers like me came tumblin' up to the door so I sneaked in wi' the rest for I thought they'd kick me hout if they knowed I'd come without inwitation."
'Ayes was a pleasant man to meet. 'E was 'orspitable as a 'ungry shark to a swimming missionary. Bald he was as a bloomin' crab, stout and smiling. "'E 'ad two white wives a-setting in his cabin on the schooner, and they called it the parlor. Smart wimmen they was, and saved 'is life for 'im more 'n once.
She looked after the little, draggled, far-away figure, and felt more disturbed in her usually comfortable mind than she had felt for many a day. "I wish she hadn't gone so quick," she said. "I'm blest if she shouldn't have had a dozen." Then she turned to the child. "Are you hungry, yet?" she asked. "I'm allus 'ungry," was the answer; "but 'tain't so bad as it was."
You wasn't trying to peep into the dressing-tent, was you?" A hot flush mounted to the boy's forehead. He arose unsteadily. "No," he said quickly. "I was trying to find a dry spot. I was tired out. Let me go now, please. I'm all right." He started toward a flap in the tent wall. "Better not go that-a-way," said the clown. "You'll go plump into the ring. Wait a minute. Are you 'ungry?"
Sam sniffed so 'ard that at last the cabman noticed it, and asked 'im whether he 'ad got a cold. When Sam explained he seemed to think a minute or two, and then 'e said that it was 'is breakfast, but Sam could 'ave it if 'e liked to make up the money to a pound. "Take it or leave it," he ses, as Sam began to grumble. Poor Sam was so 'ungry he took it, and it done him good.
"Viggins, Mrs. Viggins." "Oh, indeed! You are a married woman?" "No, hi'm a vidder. What's more, hi'm cold, and drippin', an' 'ungry. Hi might 'a' better stayed at the poor-us than come to a place like this." "What!" almost screamed Mrs. Mumpson, "are you a pauper?" "Hi tell ye hi'm a vidder, an' good as you be, for hall he said," was the sullen reply.
"It was you stole the loaf, you little rascal!" said the workman, seeing thief in every line of the boy. "Yes," answered Tommy boldly, "an' I don't see no harm. The baker had lots, and he wasn't 'ungry! It was Clare made a mull of it! He's such a duffer you don't know! He acshally took it back to the brute! He deserved what he got! The loaf was mine. It wasn't his! I stole it!"
"Hi'm as 'ungry for blunt as the next bloke, an' ye sye there's plenty hin it " "Slathers of it, Bingo," said the mate earnestly. "Why, man! some of these islands down here are rotten with buried pirate gold. Millions and millions was stole and buried by them old boys." "Yah! Hi've 'eard hall that before, Hi 'ave. Who hain't?" said Bingo, with considerable shrewdness.
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