McAllister and His Double

by Arthur Cheney Train

The other kept on stitching.

"I gets my horders from Pondel," he replied, shortly, "an' I don't tyke no horders from no one helse!"

"But look here," cried McAllister, "the clothes are mine, ain't they? Pondel hasn't anything to do with it! And I tell you to go home."

"Yes," grunted Aggam. "An' then you loses your job, does yer? I don't want no toff mixin' into my affairs. I minds my business, they can mind theirs!"

"I s'y, that's no w'y to speak to the gentleman!" exclaimed the bobby in disgust. "'E's only tryin' to do yer a fyvor! 'Aven't yer got no manners?"

"I minds my business, let 'im mind 'is'n!" repeated Aggam stolidly.

"Well, I must s'y," ejaculated the cabby, "they're a bloomin' grateful lot!"

The tall man seemed to resent this last from one of his own station.

"I appreciates wot the gent wants," he said weakly, "but it's just like Aggam s'ys. Wot can we do? The gent cawn't tell us to go 'ome!"

The child began to cry again. McAllister was exasperated almost to the point of profanity.