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She came rather suddenly to herself when she grew aware of her larded hands pressed against her clean apron. "Oh, gracious, but I'll catch it!" she exclaimed ruefully. "Wot'll I do now? She said I'd got to keep it clean till she got back, and she'll fire me and and I want to stay awful; it's just like the story, yer know."
No, what we need is to set each man his work this aways. Now Bill here needs to be president sure. Y'see, we must hev a 'pres. Most everything needs a 'pres. He's got to sit on top, so if any one o' the members gits gay he ken hand 'em a daisy wot'll send 'em squealin' an' huntin' their holes like gophers.
"It's all over with me," he said in a desponding tone as they went slowly down the ladders; "I knows it'll be a case o' ampitation." "Don't you go for to git down-hearted, Tom," said Ben earnestly. "You're too tough to be killed easy." "Well, I is tough, but wot'll toughness do for a feller agin iron shot.
Well, you wait, my lad! There's a little taste of 'ell-sauce a-comin' your way wot'll make you sit up and bawl for yer muvver. He'd got on sailorin' togs, Mr. Cleek, an' a black 'at pulled down low over one eye. Mate wiv 'im looked like a real bad 'un. Gold rings in 'is ears 'e'd got like a bloomin' lydy, an' a blue sweater, and sailor's breeches.
He felt a sudden kinship for this huge, ungainly woman. He wanted to run and meet her, and claim the sweet, straight-limbed child that he had just discovered. Chook, standing at his elbow, like the devil in the old prints, was watching him curiously. "Well, I'm off," cried Chook at last. "Wot'll I tell the blokes?" Jonah was silent for a moment, with a sombre look in his eyes.
And I shouldn't ha' been able to come if I 'adn't found five pounds wot she'd hid in a match-box up the chimbley." "But wot'll you do when she finds it out?" ses Sam, opening 'is eyes. "I'm going to 'ave the house cleaned and the chimbleys swept to welcome her 'ome," ses Mr. Goodman, taking a sip o' whiskey. "It'll be a little surprise for her."
"Here's a nice show for us," said Jakin, throwing himself full length on the ground. "A bloomin' fine show for British Infantry! Oh, the devils! They've gone and left us alone here! Wot'll we do?" Lew took possession of a cast-off water-bottle, which naturally was full of canteen rum, and drank till he coughed again. "Drink," said he shortly. "They'll come back in a minute or two you see."
Counting left-right, and keeping elbow-touch with the next man, W. Keyse got in a whisper: "I say, Sergeant, am I in for it as well as Ole Bulgy Weskit? You might as well let me know and charnce it!" The Sergeant answered with unfeeling indifference: "Since you ask, I should say you was." "That's a bit 'ard! Wot'll I git?" "Ten to one, your skater." "Wot is my skater?"
Suckin' I mean helpin' people an' fightin' an' all that. I wun't mind doin' it an' you could be my squire." "Yes," said Ginger slowly, "I'd thought of doin' it, but I'd thought of you bein' the squire." "Well," said William after a pause, "let's be squires in turn. You first," he added hastily. "Wot'll you give me if I'm first?" said Ginger, displaying again the base commercialism of his age.
Upon Oliver answering in the affirmative, the strange boy, whose name was Jack Dawkins, said, "I've got to be in London to-night; and I know a 'spectable old genelman as lives there, wot'll give you lodgings for nothink, and never ask for the change that is, if any genelman he knows interduces you." This offer of shelter was too tempting to be resisted, and Oliver trudged off with his new friend.
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