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"I heerd the commissioner give orders to-night that your 'osses should be seized in the morning for the sogers to ride on, and I think he is doing it out of spite." "But he has no right to touch private property," I remarked. "Vot does you s'pose he cares for the right? He vill say that they is needed, and that is 'nough. You can't help yourselves, you can't. Vot is the use of talking?"
'Oh, the osses be nicely, sir, replied Leather; 'they travelled down uncommon well, and I've had 'em both removed sin they com'd, so either on 'em is fit to go i' the mornin' that you think proper. 'Where are the hounds? asked our hero. ''Ounds be at Whirleypool Windmill, replied Leather, 'that's about five miles off. 'What sort of country is it? inquired Sponge.
"Well, yes, only we call them wagons here." "An' you calls the 'osses bay 'osses, do you?" "Well now, I would call 'em beautiful 'osses, but I suppose bay means the same thing here. You've got strange ways in Canada." "Yes, mother, and pleasant ways too, as I hope you shall find out ere long. Get in, now. Take care! Now then, Hetty come, Matty.
The coachman, who grumbled that his 'osses should be brought out and his carriage made into an hospital for that old feller and Mrs. O., drove her with the utmost alacrity now, and trembling lest he should be superseded by Mr. Osborne's coachman, asked "what them there Russell Square coachmen knew about town, and whether they was fit to sit on a box before a lady?"
She were drivin' a little blood-mare as she'd bought o' me one as I'd bred myself for I were more in 'osses than sheep in them days and Mrs. Abel were allus a lady as knowed a good 'oss when she see it. And there was Snarley Bob, in his Sunday clothes, sittin' on the seat behind. She'd got a little blue bonnet on, as suited her to a T, and were lookin' like a "
"Motor folks are people too, an' they can say, if they likes, that if roads is made for people, they're made for them as well as t' others, and they expects to be safe on 'em with their motors at whatever pace they travels." "Go 'long!" exclaimed the cattle-driver, who had before taken part in the discussion "Aint we got to take cows an' sheep an' 'osses by the road?
"And what made you think I was at the hospital, Jigger?" "Becos you'd been to the 'osses, sir." "Did you tell the General's orderly that?" "No, your gryce no, sir," he added quickly, and a flush of self-reproach came to his face, for he prided himself on being a real disciplinarian, a disciple of the correct thing.
"But we will talk, and to some purpose," I replied, indignant at the outrage that was to be committed upon us. "No, don't you say one vord, 'cos it vouldn't help the matter, and he could hinjure you more than the 'osses is vorth. Do you take and sell 'em. Don't you know some covey vot has got the ready tin vould buy 'em?"
I was surprised, and so was Rapkin the same, to see you ridin' off this morning in the gorgious chariot and 'osses, and dressed up that lovely! 'Depend upon it, I says to Rapkin, I says, 'depend upon it, Mr. Ventimore'll be sent for to Buckinham Pallis, if it ain't Windsor Castle!" "Never mind that now," said Horace, impatiently; "I want that brass bottle I bought the other day.
She will dismiss a man or a house or a view or a dinner with an adjective such as "handsome." There is more description of persons and places in Mr. Shaw's stage-directions than in all Miss Austen's novels. She cuts the 'osses and comes to the cackle as no other English novelist of the same eminence has ever done.
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