"P'raps you 'ad, if we're a-comin' to
bisniss," sez I; "so jest make a long leg an' step over them
dirty-nosed child'n o' Mrs. Mix's, a-settin' on my doorstep, an' I
dessay we sha'n't quarrel over a 'undud p'un' or two," sez I. An'
then I bust out a-larfin' agin--I shall die a-larfin'.' And then she
added suddenly in the same tone of sadness, 'if I don't die
a-cryin'.'
'Really, mother,' said Cyril, 'it is very egotistical of you to
interrupt your story with prophecies about the mood in which you will
probably shuffle off the Gudgeon coil and take to Gudgeon wings. It
is the shiny Quaker we want to know about.'
'And then the shiny Quaker comes in,' said the woman, 'and I shets
the door, being be'ind 'im, and that skears _'im_ for a moment, till
I bust out a-larfin': "Oh, you needn't be afeard," sez I;--"when we
burgles a Quaker in Primrose Court we never minces 'im for
sossingers, 'e's so 'ily in 'is flavour." Well, sir, to cut a long
story short, I agrees to take my pootty darter to the Quaker gent's
studero; an' I takes 'er nex' day, an' 'e puts her in a pictur.
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