"Going to the station we are," I sez, an' wid
that I laid my finger to my nose an' looked the schamin' sinner I was.
_'"Bote acchy,"_ says she; so I knew she was in the business, an' I
piled up all the sweet talk I'd iver learnt in the bazars on to this
she-bullock, an' prayed av her to put all the quick she knew into the
thing. While she packed, I stud outside an' sweated, for I was wanted
for to shif the second scene. I tell you, a young gurl's e-vasion manes
as much baggage as a rig'mint on the line av march! "Saints help
Dennis's springs," thinks I, as I bundled the stuff into the thrap,
"for I'll have no mercy!"
'"I'm comin' too," says the ayah.
'"No, you don't," sez I, "later--_pechy!_ You _baito_ where you are.
I'll _pechy_ come an' bring you _sart_, along with me, you
maraudin'"-niver mind fwhat I called her.
'Thin I wint for the Gaff, an' by the special ordher av Providence,
for I was doin' a good work you will ondersthand, Dennis's springs
hild toight. "Now, whin the Capt'n goes for that kit," thinks I, "he'll
be throubled." At the end av _Sweethearts_ off the Capt'n runs in his
kyart to the Colonel's house, an' I sits down on the steps and laughs.
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