The Strand Magazine, Vol. 27, February 1904, No. 159.Various
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 27, February 1904, No. 159.
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
"Come back ter the barrer, ole gal," he said, in a voice more husky
even than usual. "An' don't fink that I was fergettin' the nipper--'cos
I wasn't." Stopping awkwardly at the door, he came back to the boy. "As
fer you, my nibs--you're a nobleman--that's wot _you_ are. There ain't
no flam abaht you, an' no partic'ler gas-works. It's a deal pleasanter
ter fill a man's stummick than to fill 'is bloomin' 'ed. If yer don't
mind, I'd be prahd ter shake a fin wiv yer."
Understanding by this that Mr. Donah desired to shake hands, Teddy
promptly responded. He had but dimly understood the half of what they
said, or he might have pressed something further upon them; but they
were gone before he had had time to make up his mind what to do; and
the house returned to its normal condition.
With a curious distrust of that loud-voiced father of his, the boy
refrained from saying anything about his extraordinary guests; so that
nothing of the matter came to the ears of Sir Leopold Kershaw.
Some three nights later little Teddy Kershaw had a dream. He thought
in his dream that he had just sat down comfortably to dinner, and that
in some extraordinary fashion the dining-room was open to the street;
and that first one hungry child and then another crept in upon him
unawares, and snatched desperately the very food from before him; that
although Thomas, the large footman, and Wilkins, the equally large
butler, and even his father, Sir Leopold, strove hard to drive the
famished mites away, they swarmed thicker and faster--until at last,
by some subtle dream-change not to be explained in waking hours, his
seat at the table was usurped and he had taken the place of a shivering
street-boy, who seemed the hungriest of them all; so that he stood
outside the house, among the ragged ones, shivering with cold and
hunger. Waking suddenly he still seemed to shiver, and found, to his
astonishment, that the window of his room was wide open.
While he was meditating sleepily upon this circumstance a stranger
thing happened--the head and shoulders of a man appeared against the
light of the sky, and the man himself dropped, with a soft thud, into
the room.
Teddy started up in bed and opened his mouth with the full intention of
giving vocal effect to his alarm; but in an instant a hand--rough, and
not particularly sweet-smelling--had closed over it, and a gruff voice,
which seemed in the darkness curiously familiar, whispered huskily in
his ear:
"Lie dahn, will yer! If yer so much as breave I'll be the death of yer!"
Teddy Kershaw could see nothing distinctly in the darkness; only the
dim form of the man seemed to hover above him. On the man releasing
his grip Teddy lay down passively, and tried to breathe as little as
possible.
"'Oller, an' I'll be back afore yer can say 'knife' an' do fer yer,"
whispered the man again. Then, quite noiselessly, he crept to the door
and opened it, and glided out into the house.
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