"It's me birthday, I tell you," reiterated Mr. Dawkins. "And I bin sittin' like a corpse in the 'Four Soldiers.' First time I bin in there for four months, and——"
"How did your head get cracked, then?"
"That," said Mr. Dawkins, with dignity, "is what I was goin' to explain, old bird. There's a Scotchman got the 'Soldiers' now, you see, and 'e's a iggerant swine, and—— They've moved the blessed step!"
XXXVII
THE MORAL SENSE
"Good morning, Mrs. Budd," said Doctor Brink, meeting that lady in his waiting-room. "I suppose you've called round for the medicine."
"Well, sir," responded Mrs. Budd, turning up a red nose and two very swollen eyes, "I 'ave and I 'aven't. Could I see you privit?"
Doctor Brink led the way into the consulting-room and lit a pipe, at the same time inviting Mrs. Budd to "let us have it!"
"Now then, Mrs. Budd, let's have it!"
Mrs. Budd began to cry.