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The smith started round as if he had been stung. "What'r yer lookin' at, three hap'orth o' pap?" he snarled. The boy shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Why yer !" shouted Dawes. "Leave him alone," said Mr. Pappleworth, in that insinuating voice which means, "He's only one of your good little sops who can't help it."
"Hello," cried the man on the wagon seeing the child was not hurt, "yer can soak me one if it ain't little Joe! Where'd yer git dem togs, kid? What'r' yer goin' in fer anyhow, baby perlice?" The region in the neighborhood of Joey's waist swelled with pride, and his chubby face bore a look of wounded dignity. "There ain't no perlice about this yere, Bill, it's a sojer I be, see?"
The king kind of ruffles up, and says: "Looky here, Bilgewater, what'r you referrin' to?" The duke says, pretty brisk: "When it comes to that, maybe you'll let me ask, what was YOU referring to?" "Shucks!" says the king, very sarcastic; "but I don't know maybe you was asleep, and didn't know what you was about."
The king kind of ruffles up, and says: "Looky here, Bilgewater, what'r you referrin' to?" The duke says, pretty brisk: "When it comes to that, maybe you'll let me ask, what was YOU referring to?" "Shucks!" says the king, very sarcastic; "but I don't know maybe you was asleep, and didn't know what you was about."
I was quietly sitting in my state-room, awaiting the departure of the steamer, when a tremendous racket on the cabin steps, followed by a rush of feet up and down the saloon, startled me out of a pleasant home-dream. "Hello! What the devil! I say! Where's every body! Stoord! Blast the fellow! Here, Bowser! What'r ye abeaout! Ho there! Where the dooce are our berths? By Jove! Ha! ha!
If you haven't got the pluck yourself, persuade someone else to step up in your place ... the same fair treatment will be accorded to all. And Jules laughed a low, penetrating laugh. He was in the midst of this laugh when he lurched suddenly forward. 'What'r' you doing of aboard my barge? Off you goes! It was a boy's small shrill voice that sounded in the night.
"What'r given us?" "Git out " "You ain't got no aut'mobile," chorused the crowd. "Mebbe I haven't; but if you fellows know an aut'mobile from a hay rake, you might take a look in my big barn an' let me know what you see." "Say, Joe, you're jokin', hev you really got one?" "You can look for yourselves." "I saw one go through here 'bout six o'clock," interrupted a new-comer.
While waiting inside for the operator to finish selling tickets for the one evening train about to arrive, a curious crowd gathered outside about my host, and the questions asked were plainly audible; the names are fictitious. "What'r ye down t' the stashun fur this hur o' day, Joe?" "Broke my new aut'mobile," carelessly replied my host, flicking a fly off the nigh side of his horse. "Shu!"
They went to the place where the india-rubber boats lay, close behind the Englishmen's hut, and, unscrewing the brass heads that closed the air-holes, began to press out the air. "That's it, Ben, but don't squeeze too hard, lest the hissing should rouse some of 'em." "What'r 'ee doin' this for ee yaou?" asked Benjy, yawning. "You'll see that to-morrow, lad." "Hum! goin' t'squeeze'm all?"
"That's quite enough of that, Tim," I said sharply, and was aware that he stared back at me, plainly perplexed by the change in my tone and manner. "You are an officer of the law; so am I, and it is about time we were working together." He managed to release a gruff laugh. "You you damn bum; hell, that's a good joke what'r yer givin' me now?"
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