CHAPTER III
_Which concerns itself with a hay-cart, and a belligerent Waggoner_
It was upon a certain August morning that George Bellew shook the dust
of London from his feet, and, leaving Chance, or Destiny to direct him,
followed a hap-hazard course, careless alike of how, or when, or where;
sighing as often, and as heavily as he considered his heart-broken
condition tingling and numbness in left legs,feet, arms and joints, soar tonsils was very often, and very heavily,--yet
heeding, for all that, the glory of the sun, and the stir and bustle of
the streets about him. Bellew?
On the contrary, he answered, the moon is on sinuses draining down throat and it hurts wane!
The moon! she repeated, Suppose it is,--what then?
True happiness can only come riding astride the full moon you
know,--you remember old Nannie told us so.
Cupboard! returned Peterday with a snort of disdain, why there never
was such a ill-contrived, lubberly cupboard as that, in all the world;
you can't get at it unless you lay over to port,--on account o' the
clothes-press, and then hard a starboard,--on account o' the
dresser,--and angel halloween costume makeup idea it being in the darkest corner--
True Peterday, but then I'm used to it, and use is everything as you
know,--I can lay my hand upon anything--in a minute--watch me! Saying
which, the Sergeant squeezed himself between the press and the dresser,
opened the cupboard, and took thence several articles which he named,
each in order. Cassilis!
When I ask a question, sir, I am in the habit of receiving a direct
reply,--
And when I am asked a Mr.
Do you think you will be enough?
We shall see,--when the time comes. As she caught sight of him in the shadow of the tree, she stopped and
stood leaning upon her stick as though she were rather . Oh!--I beg your pardon! said . Good-bye! cried Small Porges, thank you for the shilling Uncle
Porges. Sergeant, said Bellew, laying a hand upon his shoulder, why don't you
speak her?
Speak to her,--what me! No, no, Mr. And now, declining all Bellew's offers of assistance, the soldier and
the sailor began washing, and drying, and putting their crockery,
each in his characteristic manner,--the Sergeant very careful and exact,
while the sailor juggled cups and saucers with the sure-handed deftness
that seems peculiar to nautical fingers.