“My oath!”
He got away as quickly as he could.
I wonder whether he was changed after all—or, was it I? A man does seem to get out of touch with the bush after living in cities for eight or ten years.
A VISIT OF CONDOLENCE
“Does Arvie live here, old woman?”
“Why?”
“Strike me dead! carn’t yer answer a civil queschin?”
“How dare you talk to me like that, you young larrikin! Be off! or I’ll send for a policeman.”
“Blarst the cops! D’yer think I cares for ’em? Fur two pins I’d fetch a push an’ smash yer ole shanty about yer ears—y’ole cow! I only arsked if Arvie lived here! Holy Mosis! carn’t a feller ask a civil queschin?”
“What do you want with Arvie? Do you know him?”