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Master Freddie stood for a moment or two, gazing about him; then out of the next room a dog emerged, a monstrous bulldog, the most hideous object that Jurgis had ever laid eyes upon. He yawned, opening a mouth like a dragon's; and he came toward the young man, wagging his tail. "Hello, Dewey!" cried his master. "Been havin' a snooze, ole boy? Well, well hello there, whuzzamatter?"
A cab was driving by; and Jurgis sprang and called, and it swung round to the curb. Master Freddie clambered in with some difficulty, and Jurgis had started to follow, when the driver shouted: "Hi, there! Get out you!" Jurgis hesitated, and was half obeying; but his companion broke out: "Whuzzat? Whuzzamatter wiz you, hey?" And the cabbie subsided, and Jurgis climbed in.
Me fren', Mr. whuzya name, ole chappie? Tell us your name." "Rudkus Jurgis Rudkus." "My fren', Mr. Rednose, Hamilton shake han's." The stately butler bowed his head, but made not a sound; and suddenly Master Freddie pointed an eager finger at him. "I know whuzzamatter wiz you, Hamilton lay you a dollar I know! You think hic you think I'm drunk! Hey, now?" And the butler again bowed his head.
They were close to a lamppost, and Jurgis got a glimpse of the other. He was a young fellow not much over eighteen, with a handsome boyish face. He wore a silk hat and a rich soft overcoat with a fur collar; and he smiled at Jurgis with benignant sympathy. "I'm hard up, too, my goo' fren'," he said. "I've got cruel parents, or I'd set you up. Whuzzamatter whizyer?" "I've been in the hospital."
Tole ole Ham to watch me, too servants spyin' on me whuzyer think that, my fren'? A nice, quiet hic goodhearted young feller like me, an' his daddy can't go to Europe hup! an' leave him in peace! Ain't that a shame, sir? An' I gotter go home every evenin' an' miss all the fun, by Harry! Thass whuzzamatter now thass why I'm here!
"Hamilton," said Master Freddie. "Well, sir?" said the other. "Whuzzamatter wizze dinin'-room doors?" "Nothing is the matter, sir." "Then why dontcha openum?" The man rolled them back; another vista lost itself in the darkness. "Lights," commanded Master Freddie; and the butler pressed a button, and a flood of brilliant incandescence streamed from above, half-blinding Jurgis.
Bully place, though worth seein'! Ever hear of lones the packer, hey, ole chappie?" Jurgis had started involuntarily; the other, whose sharp eyes missed nothing, demanded: "Whuzzamatter, hey? Heard of him?" And Jurgis managed to stammer out: "I have worked for him in the yards." "What!" cried Master Freddie, with a yell. "You! In the yards? Ho, ho! Why, say, thass good!
"Hospital!" exclaimed the young fellow, still smiling sweetly, "thass too bad! Same's my Aunt Polly hic my Aunt Polly's in the hospital, too ole auntie's been havin' twins! Whuzzamatter whiz you?" "I've got a broken arm " Jurgis began. "So," said the other, sympathetically. "That ain't so bad you get over that. I wish somebody'd break my arm, ole chappie damfidon't!
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