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Without noticing the remark, Matty moved so as to make herself an effectual screen between Imperence and Martha. "Tell me, dear child," she said, stooping low and putting a gentle hand on Martha's shoulder, "are you not hungry?" "Oh yes," answered the little one quickly; "I'm so 'ungry. You can't think 'ow 'ungry; but I promised to to "
Acause they're never 'ungry. Jack. How do you know they ain't? Bill. You never sees 'em loafin' about nowheres. Jim. Is Mattie your sister, Bill? Bill. No, Jim; I ain't good 'nough to have a sister like she. Jack. Your sweetheart, Bill? Ha! ha! ha! Bill. Dry up, Jack. Jim. Tell me about her, Bill. I didn't jaw you. Bill. She lives in our court, Jim. Makes shirts and things. Jack. Oh! ho!
"You'll let the police know where we are!" "Do let me in, Clare! I'm so 'ungry and so cold!" "Then I shall have to put you in the water-but! I said I would!" "If you don't promise not to, I'll go straight to the police. They'll take the brat from you, and put her in the workhouse!" Clare thought for a moment whether it would not be right to kill such a traitor.
They went back to their lodgings at dinner-time; but there was no sign of the old man, and, being 'ungry and thirsty, they took all their spare clothes to a pawnbroker and got enough money to go on with.
"Time we did get home... to get something decent to eat... I am always hungry." Donkin felt angry all of a sudden. "What about me," he hissed, "I am 'ungry too an' got ter work. You, 'ungry!" "Your work won't kill you," commented Wait, feebly; "there's a couple of biscuits in the lower bunk there you may have one. I can't eat them."
"If you was or were me, you'd do as I do," said Beth; "and I won't cheat. If I say I won't take it, I won't. I'm entitled to meat once a day, and I'll take my share now, please; but I won't take more than my share." "You'll be 'ungry again by dinner-time." "I know," said Beth. "But that won't make any difference."
They withdrew to the women's half of the dressing-tent, leaving him to devour his feast alone. Slowly the others, taking their cue, edged away. When next the clown approached him, fresh from a merry whirl in the ring, the tray was on the mattress at his side, every particle of food gone. The boy's face was in his hands, his elbows on his knees. "Well, you was 'ungry," said the kindly voice.
Let's have the rest of your story; I won't interrupt again." "It ain't my story, it's Punch's story," returned the waif, as he stooped to pat the gratified doggie. "Vell, w'en I com'd 'ome it was lateish and I was tired, besides bein' 'ungry; so I goes right off to my water-butt, intendin' to go to bed as usual, but no sooner did I put my head in, than out came a most awful growl.
I have searched for him everywhere, but could not find him; but to-day I have found out that you have been taking care of him for me all this time. Are you glad that Willie is my little boy?" "Will 'e be always dressed like that?" asked Bob. "Yes," was the answer. "Won't 'e be 'ungry and cold any more?" "No, my boy." "Then I'm glad but oh, Willie," and he broke down sobbing.
"'Tis a bonny babe," she said. "Ef I was you, Pat, I wouldn't stir Missy's soup. I'd give her your own bowl. I has no quarrel with Miss, and the babe is fair. Give her your own soup, Patrick." "It's all right, mother, Miss wouldn't eat as much as in my bowl. You ain't 'ungry enough for that, be you, Miss?" "I am very hungry," said Flower, who was gratefully drinking the hot liquid.
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