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I had expected to be addressed on a submarine topic. I have seen shell fishes sadly writing in large books at the bottom of a gloomy acquarium who could not ask me what was my "nyme." At the end of the hall there was a grim portal marked "lift." I pressed an electric button and heard an answering tinkle in the heavens. There was an upholstered settle near at hand, and I discovered the reason.
"You seemed pretty keen abaht seein' 'im," he remarked conclusively. "I was." "Seems to me I did 'ear the nyme sumw'eres afore." The captain appeared to wrestle with an obdurate memory. "Ow!" he triumphed. "I know. 'E was a chap up Manchester wye. Keeper in a loonatic asylum, 'e was. 'That yer party?" "No," said Kirkwood wearily. "I didn't know but mebbe 'twas. Excuse me.
Well, I 'appened to remember her nyme, so I wrote to her, and told her 'ow I had got rich, and married a queen in the Hislands, and lived in a blooming palace. Such a sight of crammers! I must read you one bit about my opening the nigger parliament in a cocked 'at. It's really prime. The captain jumped to his feet. 'That's what you did with the paper that I went and begged for you? he roared.
"Is Miss Miss Daphne Wing at home?" In that peculiar "I've given it up" voice of domestics in small households, the servant answered: "Yes; Miss Disey's in. D'you want to see 'er? What nyme?" Gyp produced her card. The maid looked at it, at Gyp, and at two brown-painted doors, as much as to say, "Where will you have it?"
Bolter gave me a good job with 'er. I goes with Ida Bellethorne wherever she goes. That's the " "Ida Bellethorne?" interrupted Betty in amazement "Yes, Miss. That's 'er nyme. Ida Bellethorne. She comes of the true Bellethorne stock. The last of the breed out o' the Bellethorne stables, Miss." "Ida Bellethorne!" exclaimed Betty again. "Isn't that odd? A horse and a girl of the same name!"
They were factory girls in big hats with ostrich feathers, and as they skipped along with their free step they sang snatches of Salvation hymns and music-hall songs. All at once they gave a shrill peal of laughter, and one of them cried, "Tell me what it is and I'll give it a nyme." At the next moment a strange figure was forging past their line, going westward with long strides.
In every case the mob answered them in almost identical language: "Fair play," "Share and share alike," "Yer nyme Itler, maybe?" "Come orf it, sonny, oo er yew? Gord Orlmighty's furriner, aint E?" Having heckled the speakers, they proceeded cheerfully to clean out all stocks of available goods the refugees getting their just shares. There must be a peculiar salubrity about the English air.
He left the sentence unfinished, but he must have looked the rest for Cockney fell into a terrible funk. "Ow, s' 'elp me, Hi didn't mean no trouble. Hit was the nyme 'e called 'e called me old mother hout o' 'er blinkin' nyme, that's wot! Hi didn't mean for to do it but me temper the wy the blighter's used us blokes hand the nyme on top o' that "
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