Seets i' Paris: Sammywell Grimes's trip with his old chum Billy Baccus, his opinion o' th' French, and th' French opinion o' th' exhibition he made ov hissenHartley, John
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Seets i' Paris: Sammywell Grimes's trip with his old chum Billy Baccus, his opinion o' th' French, and th' French opinion o' th' exhibition he made ov hissen
Hartley, John
British -- France -- Paris -- Fiction; Dialect literature, English -- England -- Yorkshire; Paris (France) -- Fiction
"Well, what says ta," he sed, "are we to goa onny farther or stop whear
we are? Aw wor nivver fit to set off i' this state an' aw should nivver
ha' come but for thee. An' what are we to do wi' this luggage? An' what
time does train start? An' whear does it start throo? An' what are we
to do wi' ussen wol it does start? An' what's to come o' yond malt'at's
masht? An' ha does ta expect an old woman like mi mother to be able to
tun? It wor a wrang-heeaded affair ivver to set off an' if we nivver get
back it'll be thy fault."
"Bless mi life!" aw sed, "tha needn't goa! Tiler'll be a train back to
Bradforth directly! Aw dooan't want thi to goa if it's agean thi mind!"
"It's nooan mi mind it's mi stummack! if aw worn't sufferin' like this
aw should be fain to goa; but say what it's to be; are we to goa forrad
or turn back?"
"Aw shall goa forrad an' tha can pleas thisen."
"Then aw shall goa forrad if tha does. Goa an' find aght all particlars
an' see after this luggage an' mak all as reight an' square as tha can
an' then if ther's time, tak me somewhear to get summat to stir this
pain. Awm a deeal fitter for bed nor to be knockin' abaat like this."
Aw left him wol aw made enquiries, but aw couldn't help wonderin' if
Smith had as mich bother wi' me when he tuk me raand to see th' Seets i'
Lundun as aw seemed likely to have wi' Billy.
"The best plan for you to do is to take a cab and get your luggage to
Victoria station, the train starts from there and they'll give you all
information," sed th' pooarter aw ax'd. Ther wor plenty on'em an' we
gate one an' wor sooin rollin' away. "Couldn't we ha' walked it, Sammy?
Tha knows walkin' is far better for me nor bein' shook to bits in a
ditherin' con-sarn like this."
"It's too far to walk an' we'st be thear directly."
"Has ta emptied that bottle?"
"Eeah, does ta want summat? Awl stop th' cab in a minit."
"Does fa want summat?'coss if tha doesn't tha's noa need to stop th'
cab for th' sake o' me. Aw've been used to sufferin all mi life, an'
happenfif aw did get summat aw should be noa better."
But just then th' cab did stop an' when aw shoved mi heead aght to see
th' reason on it, thear wor th' same railway guard sittin' on th' dicky
ov another cab wi' my umberel ovver his shoolder, an' he wor grin-nin'
like a Cheshire cat. "Is this thy parryshute, Sammywell?"
"Awl shute thee if tha doesn't hand it ovver here!" aw says.
A'a, but aw wor fain to see him, for if awd lost that umberel aw nivver
dar ha' faced hooam! Ov coorse that wor a nice excuse to get aght an'
have a leek on. Billy called for a pot o' hauf an' hafe, an' when he
gate it up to his lips he held it thear soa long wol aw thowt he'd
getten his teeth fast i'th pewter an' couldn't leeav lawse, but when
he did put it daan th' bartender whipt it aght o'th' rooad ready
for another customer an' Billy wiped his lips and gave a sigh o'
satisfaction'at wor like music to me.
"Nah, what does ta think o: that?" aw sed.
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