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Updated: June 5, 2025
Wot'll you 'ave for your breakfis, Mr. 'Inde?" "Hinde, woman, Hinde!..." "Well, wot'll you 'ave for your breakfis?" "One of these days I'll have you fried and boiled and stewed!..." Lizzie giggled. "Ow, you are a funny man, Mr. 'Inde," she said between her titters. Hinde gaped at her as if he were incapable of expressing himself in adequate language.
"Wot wot'll I do wid de Patriarch?" he stammered out miserably. And then Madison smiled at him not happily, but eloquently. "Swipe me!" mumbled the Flopper, as he backed out from the trellis. "Dis love game's fierce an' mabbe I don't know! 'Sposin' she'd been Mamie an' me the Doc 'sposin' it had!" He gulped hastily. "Swipe me!" said the Flopper with emotion.
There's two pore fellers wot'll be dead corpses inside o' six months, sitting 'ere laughing and talking as if they was going to live to ninety. Thank your stars you don't 'ave such dreams." "Who who are the two, cookie?" ses Charlie, arter a bit. "Never mind, Charlie," ses the cook, in a sad voice; "it would do no good if I was to tell you. Nothing can alter it." "Give us a hint," ses Charlie.
Why, I've know'd the greatest villain that ever chewed the end of a smuggled cigar look as innocent as the babe unborn. An' is there a man here wot'll tell me he hasn't often an' over again mistook the crack of a big gun for a clap o' thunder?"
But William Henry, now a sturdy little fellow of a-year-and-a-half, tightened his arms around his friend's neck and yelled his disapproval right valiantly. "Well, now, will yer look at that!" cried the little mother proudly. "Wot'll Daddy say w'en I tell 'im? The little rascal's so took with the young loidy. 'Ush up there now, bless 'is 'eart. See, 'e'll go with mammy."
An' ye may take 'art o' grace for one thing them as marries young settles quickly old an' to look at the skin an' the 'air an' the eyes of ye, you beat ivery gel I've ivir seen in the twenties, so there's good preservin' stuff in ye wot'll last. An' I bet you're more fond o' the man ye've got late than if ye'd caught 'im early!" Mary laughed, but her eyes were full of wistful tenderness.
"Av ye plaze, sir," said Briant to the Captain, wiping his forehead as he approached with a lump of tarry canvas which he used in default of a better pocket-handkerchief, "av ye plaze, sir, wot'll I do now?" "Do something useful, lad, whatever you do," said the captain, looking up from the hole which he was busily engaged in digging for the reception of a post to steady the hut.
"Then, Bounce, you go ahead and tell me a story till I'm off asleep. Don't stop tellin' till I'm safe off. Pull my nose to make sure; and if I don't say `hallo! to that, I'm all right in the land of Nod." March Marston smiled as he said this, and Bounce grinned by way of reply. "Wot'll I tell ye about, boy?"
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