This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: ...day, he was standing idly on the doorstep, when he caught sight of his old companion on the other side of the street, making some of the mysterious signals in which he excelled. "Why, whatever do you want?" he asked, crossing over to him at once. "How are ye? I ain't seen no one from the Court not since I left. Has ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: ...day, he was standing idly on the doorstep, when he caught sight of his old companion on the other side of the street, making some of the mysterious signals in which he excelled. "Why, whatever do you want?" he asked, crossing over to him at once. "How are ye? I ain't seen no one from the Court not since I left. Has there been many removes? How's Granny getting along?" "Well, you are a one for wantin' to know everythink all at once. You ain't lost yer tongue, that's certain; and my eye, Bobby, you have grown fat and strong. You has yer victuals regular and constant, and no mistake. Hot dinners Sundays, eh, Master Bobby?" Bobby nodded his head gravely, with an air of satisfaction, but without any signs of exuberant pleasure. Hot dinners were all very well in their way, but he felt as if he wanted something besides. "Here, come along," said his old-friend, drawing him on. "There's a quieter corner where the wind ain't so cuttin', and we can have a chat nice and comfortable. I ain't in such an hurry but I can spare 'alf-an-hour to a pal when I ain't seein' him every day. And what 'ave ye got to say to me now for putting ye forrard in the world? It's all along of my good advice that you come into this 'ere respectable sitooation, till ye're bustin' with victuals and pride. Oh, I can see it plain enough," cried Pickles, winking his wicked blue eyes. "Yes; I won't say but I'm comfortable enough," said Bobby, but without alacrity. "I ain't got nothink to complain on. I've most forgot what it is to feel 'ungry. And the master's very well. He ain't one to fall out with ye 'cept when he's in drink, and that ain't very often. Oh, I gets along all right. And what have ye took up with now, anythink partickl...
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