City and town life -- Fiction; Urban poor -- Fiction
Mr Stiff shook his head as solemnly as a sexton welcoming a fully
furnished funeral, when, leaping up angrily, to his landlord's great
astonishment, Lionel threw up the window, and then, though not without
some difficulty, set at liberty the whole of his birds, the parrot
rewarding him for his kindness by nipping a piece out of his finger.
"There, now!" said Lionel, binding a handkerchief round his bleeding
finger, after directing a blow right from the shoulder at the offending
parrot, which, it is hardly necessary to say, missed its aim--"there
now! take those empty cages away, and send the girl to sweep up the
bits."
Mr Stiff winked to himself as he obeyed, and rattled out of the room
with quite a load of cages, but only to return at the end of five
minutes.
"Well," said Lionel, inquiringly, "what now?"
"About them there ferrets, sir?" said Mr Stiff.
"Oh! take them away by all means," said Lionel, impatiently.
"Yes, sir, in course; but what shall I do with them?"
"Wring their necks--sell them--send them down the drains after the
rats," exclaimed Lionel; and the wire-fronted box, containing the furry,
snakey animals, was carried down; but only for Mr Stiff to return at the
end of ten minutes, hot, henpecked, and nervous, to encounter Lionel's
savage glances.
"Well, what next?" cried the young man to the troubled ambassador, who,
open to receiving both fires, had now come charged with a message which
he hardly dared to deliver, for, after the sweep made of birds and
cages, he felt that it was rather dangerous to ask for fresh
concessions, and therefore he remained silent until Lionel fiercely
repeated his question.
"Please, sir, there's them tortushes," said Stiff, at last.
"_Con_-found the tortoises!" cried Lionel; "give them to some of the
street boys." And, moving to the window, he hailed a doctor's boy
passing with his medicine-basket. "Catch, my lad," he shouted; and he
threw him down--one after the other--three of the sluggish little
reptiles, with heads and legs drawn within their shells so as to be out
of danger. "Now, I hope you are satisfied," he said to his landlord;
who, after a good hunt had continued to discover in out-of-the-way
corners the other three offenders.
Mr Stiff's only response was a shake of the head--a motion kept up until
he reached the lower regions, whence he returned, more hot and flustered
than ever, to be greeted with a storm of abuse from his angry young
tenant.
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