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Them little b'ys don't get the chance to see much otherwheres, and they'll have to be larnin' their manners to home, so they will. Pat and Moike with the good manners about eatin' they've larned at the Gineral's, and the little b'ys without a manner to their back! Sure and 'twill be a lesson to 'em to see the table when you've larned to set it roight." Jim brightened at once.
"He sez yer angels," said the woman of the house, coming forward, "that's what he sez; an' he's roight too, for with thim Pepper Pod Plasters, an' the smell of paint in the house which he hates, he'll be out o' doors in two days, or I'm much mishtaken." Sylvia and I now approached the old man to see what he thought about it.
You know those two old horse-pistols that are hung up for relics in the armory?" "Yis." "Go for them yourself, or send somebody who can get them immediately." "Pwhat do yez want wid thim?" "I will show you, if I can make my scheme work." "Oi belave Oi know," chuckled the fun-loving Irish lad. "Mursha! Won't thot be fun, Oi dunno! Oi'll hiv thim roight away," and off he darted.
"Arrah, though, me bhoy, ye look as if ye'd been toorned insoide out, loike them injy-rubber divils childer has to play wid. 'Dade an' I'd loike to say ye sprooce an' hearty ag'in; but ownly kape aisy an' ye'll be all roight in toime. D'ye fale hoongry yit?" "Hungry!" I screamed, ill again at the very thought of eating. "Go away, do, and leave me alone o-oh!"
Fred Davis sprang to his feet, and rushed at Bascomb, who was cowering and shivering in the midst of the boys. "You killed him!" screamed the little plebe. "You're responsible for his death! It was murder!" "Thot's roight!" came from Barney Mulloy. Bascomb cowered and retreated before Davis. All his bullying spirit was gone, and he shivered when the little fellow declared it was murder.
"About a week ago, on the parrot. The canary I chloroformed when I obtained the drug." "Sure, and that's roight, sur," broke in the servant girl. "Then you know all about using chloroform?" remarked the coroner dryly. "The druggist told me." "Did it take all you had for the birds?" "No." "What did you do with what remained?" "I threw it away, for I had no further use for it." "Hum."
"Noa," Jack said, "that's aboot roight, though I be sorry I said it; I joost reckoned it in my head." "But how didst do that, Jack?" his questioner asked, astonished, while the boys standing round stared in silent wonder. "Oh! in my head," Jack said carelessly; "it be easy enough to reckon in your head if you practise a little." "And canst do any sum in thy head, Jack, as quick as that?"
As weeks and months went by, the people of Berry Brow became used to the fact of Abe Lockwood's conversion, and it ceased to excite any particular remark, except such as might pass between neighbours on seeing him go by. "Aye, mun, what a change is in yon lad," one would say. "You are roight naa," would be the response.
Maybe he wasn't failin' roight, or th' liquor didn't look good enough fer um. Oi'll thry um agin." Bill threw off the blankets and sat up on the edge of the bunk. "That grub smells good, Daddy," he sniffed. "Aye, an 'twill tashte good, too, av ye fly at ut befure ut gits cold. Ye've had shleep enough fer two min Captain Fronte'd git along fer wakes at a toime on foorty winks in th' saddle."
"Tom," said Mick to me, when we came down from the yards, by which time the ship was abreast of Southsea Pier on her way out in the fairway, "Oi'm afther settin' oop, faith, fur a conjirer, now me drame's coom roight!" "You're more than a conjurer, Mick," I replied to this, laughing. "You're a prophet!"
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