Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 6, 2025
"Being as I was passing, I just thought I'd look in," ses Joe Barlcomb, eyeing the cats. "Take a chair," ses Mrs. Prince, getting up and dusting one down with 'er apron. Joe sat down. "I'm in a bit o' trouble, ma'am," he ses, "and I thought p'r'aps as you could help me out of it. My pore pig's been bewitched, and it's dead." "Bewitched?" ses Mrs. Prince, who'd 'eard of 'is ideas. "Rubbish.
Joe Barlcomb was everything at fust, but when they got to 'ear that his perliteness was because 'e thought 'arf of 'em was witches, and didn't know which 'arf, they altered their minds. In a month or two he was the laughing-stock of the place; but wot was worse to 'im than that was that he'd made enemies of all the old ladies.
"This time I want you to sell me a shilling for a ha'penny." Bill leaned out of the winder and stared down at Joe Barlcomb, and then he ses, in a choking voice, "Is that wot you've come disturbing my sleep for at this time o' night?" he ses. "I must 'ave it, Bill," ses Joe. "Well, if you'll wait a moment," ses Bill, trying to speak perlitely, "I'll come down and give it to you."
Prince stood in the doorway with a cat on each shoulder and watched 'im till 'e was out of sight. That night Joe Barlcomb came up to this 'ere Cauliflower public-house, same as he'd been told, and by-and-by, arter he 'ad 'ad a pint, he looked round, and taking a shilling out of 'is pocket put it on the table, and he ses, "Who'll give me a ha'penny for that?" he ses.
None of 'em seemed to be in a hurry. Bill Jones took it up and bit it, and rang it on the table and squinted at it, and then he bit it agin, and turned round and asked Joe Barlcomb wot was wrong with it. "Wrong?" ses Joe; "nothing." Bill Jones put it down agin. "You're wide awake, Joe," he ses, "but so am I." "Won't nobody give me a ha'penny for it?" ses Joe, looking round.
Don't talk to me." "It ain't rubbish, ma'am," ses Joe Barlcomb; "three o' my children is down with the measles, my wife's broke 'er leg, 'er mother is laid up in my little place with the yellow jaundice, and the pig's dead." "Wot, another one?" ses Mrs. Prince. "No; the same one," ses Joe. "Well, 'ow am I to help you?" ses Mrs. Prince. "Do you want me to come and nurse 'em?"
His wife's mother and 'is wife and the children all started crying together, and Joe Barlcomb, when 'e thought of 'is pig, he sat down and cried too. He sat up late that night thinking it over, and, arter looking at it all ways, he made up 'is mind to go and see Mrs. Prince, an old lady that lived all alone by 'erself in a cottage near Smith's farm.
His wife's mother and 'is wife and the children all started crying together, and Joe Barlcomb, when 'e thought of 'is pig, he sat down and cried too. He sat up late that night thinking it over, and, arter looking at it all ways, he made up 'is mind to go and see Mrs. Prince, an old lady that lived all alone by 'erself in a cottage near Smith's farm.
"Is it anything to do with my wife's mother getting worse?" ses Joe Barlcomb, who was a careful man and didn't want to waste six shillings. "No, something to you," ses Mrs. Prince. Joe Barlcomb went cold all over, and then he put down a couple of eggs he'd brought round for 'er and went off 'ome agin, and Mrs.
"Is it anything to do with my wife's mother getting worse?" ses Joe Barlcomb, who was a careful man and didn't want to waste six shillings. "No, something to you," ses Mrs. Prince. Joe Barlcomb went cold all over, and then he put down a couple of eggs he'd brought round for 'er and went off 'ome agin, and Mrs.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking