“No, Josiah; but I shouldn’t like to wear a pin that you and Ury had contoggled up. But let it pass,” sez I; “I can do without it, if my companion don’t think enough of me right here in the headquarters of black breastpins and beads to buy me anything.”
My tone touched him. He sez—“I’d look round and see about it, but I hain’t no time, for we’ve got to be a-pushin’ right on to London; if we ever lay out to git home agin we’ve got to be on the move.”
I didn’t say nothin’ only what my liniment spoke, and anon he sez—
“If worst come to worst, Ury and I could make you a crackin’ good one out of coal. All of this jet in Whitby is made out of coal. And how much less it would cost—we could make you a hull set in one evenin’—earrings and all.”
I gin him one look, and that wuz all the argument that I would dane to waste on the subject.
Alice kinder wanted to go to Robin Hood Bay, which wuz not far from Scarborough. She said that she would love to see the place where the hero of Sherwood Forest had lived once—the bold outlaw who took from the rich with one hand and gave to the poor with the other.
But her Pa laughed at her for believin’ that there ever wuz sech a man, or if there wuz, he wuz nothin’ but a common robber, who deserved hangin’.
Robin Hood.
I believe Martin would favor drivin’ Santa Claus out of the country and killin’ his reindeers. His imagination hain’t, I really believe, not much bigger than a pea—not a marrowfat one, but a common field pea.