"Oh, thank you," said our freshman, with the shadow of a suspicion that
Mrs. Tester was doing something more than merely "putting to rights"
the pots of jam and marmalade, and the packages of tea and coffee,
which his doting mother had thoughtfully placed in his box as a
provision against immediate distress. "Thank you."
"I've done my rooms, sir," dabbed Mrs. Tester. "Which if thought
agreeable, I'd stay and put these things in their places. Which it
certainly is Robert's place. But I never minds putting myself out.
As I always perpetually am minded. So long as I can obleege the
gentlemen."
So, as our hero was of a yielding disposition, and could, under
skilful hands, easily be moulded into any form, he allowed Mrs.
Tester to remain, and conclude the unpacking and putting away of his
goods, in which operations she displayed great generalship.
"You've a deal of tea and coffee, sir," she said, keeping time by
curtseys. "Which it's a great blessin' to have a mother. And not to
be left dissolute like some gentlemen. And tea
[54 ADVENTURES OF MR. VERDANT GREEN]
and coffee is what I mostly lives on. And mortial dear it is to poor
folks. And a package the likes of this, sir, were a blessin' I should
never even dream on."
"Well, then," said Verdant, in a most benevolent mood, "you can take
one of the packages for your trouble."
Upon this, Mrs. Tester appeared to be greatly overcome. "Which I
once had a son myself," she said. "And as fine a young man as you
are, sir. With a strawberry mark in the small of his back. And
beautiful red whiskers, sir; with a tendency to drink. Which it were
his rewing, and took him to be enlisted for a sojer. When he went
across the seas to the West Injies. And was took with the yaller
fever, and buried there. Which the remembrance, sir, brings on my
spazzums. To which I'm an hafflicted martyr, sir. And can only be
heased with three spots of brandy on a lump of sugar. Which your
good mother, sir, has put a bottle of brandy. Along with the jam and
the clean linen, sir. As though a purpose for my complaint. Ugh!
oh!"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account