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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Young'un, I say, take your hand out of my neckhan'kercher! Hold up! None o' yer chokin' games! Quit, I say! or, by hokey, I'll settle ye!" "Thoughtsh'dmakeyesquawk, ol't'bacc'worm! Go'n'tocl'out? Go'n'tovacateprem'scs?" "Ooo-arr-awkk!" said the man, under the pressure of a tightening cravat, at the same time giving the assailant "a settler," as he had threatened.
He disappeared down the trap-door, and mechanically, as if in a dream, I sat down by the man and listened to his instructions, kindly enough bestowed. But I did not remain in peace two minutes. A burst of chatter rose as the foreman vanished, and a tall, bloated, sharp-nosed young man next me bawled in my ear, "I say, young'un, fork out the tin and pay your footing at Conscrumption Hospital."
A thin, pale lad jumped up and vanished, while my tormentor turned to me: "I say, young'un, do you know why we're nearer heaven here than our neighbours?" "I shouldn't have thought so," answered I with a naivete which raised a laugh, and dashed the tall man for a moment. "Yer don't? then I'll tell yer.
'Well, he heard her say, 'it can't do any harm to ask him what he wants. He knew then that the old woman was protesting against the girl's response to his call. Again he shook the door and cried out. 'I am suffocating for air. 'Ah, screamed the hag, 'I knew he wanted to get out. Now stay in your pit, my gamey young'un, and thank heaven if you ever come out of it alive.
I was tellin' Miz' Beasely that it did seem to be one mistake that Providence must ha' made, ter let that Drugg an' 'Cinda Stone have a gal baby 'specially if 'Cinda was goin' ter up and die like she done and leave the young'un to his care. Seems a shame, too." "Why, mother! That doesn't sound a bit reverent," objected Miss 'Rill, softly. "Nor kind." "Pshaw!" snorted the old lady.
I turned away; sickened at heart, I was clambering back again, looking behind me towards the window, when I felt a strong grip on my collar, and turning round, had a policeman's lantern flashed in my face. "Hullo, young'un, and what do you want here?" with a strong emphasis, after the fashion of policemen, on all his pronouns. "Hush! or you'll alarm my mother!" "Oh! eh!
I like things all fair and above-board, myself. "Brier, come to breakfast. It's getting stone-cold. Never mind that young'un, he's gone to take the cow to pasture, and I can give him a piece when he comes back." Obedient to the summons, the gentleman in question laid down a damp copy of the Weekly Clarion, and seated himself at the table.
"You allus was silly as a goose about that Drugg. Sech shiftlessness I never did see. There the young'un was, out in a white dress an' white kid shoes this mornin' her best, Sunday-go-ter-meetin' clo'es, I'll be bound! sittin' on the aidge o' that gutter over there, makin' a mud dam! Lucky yesterday's rain has run off now, or she'd be out there yet, paddlin' in the water."
"Now, drat that young'un!" ejaculated the policeman, as Inez completely escaped him and disappeared under the pall of smoke. "Oh, Inez! Come back! You'll be smothered!" shrieked Grace. If the child heard this cry she paid no attention. Fearless and wild, she was too used to having her own way to obey now. And, besides, in her own queer, half-tamed way, she loved Nan Sherwood.
"And I should consider, also, sir," said the licensed victualler, with increased importance, "having been a guardian myself, and knowing the hact, as the parish couldn't refuse, because they're in power to recover all hexpenses out of his mother." "To be sure; it's all the unnatural old witch's fault." "No, it is not," said I, faintly. "Wait till your opinion's asked, young'un.
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