Part 1 (2/2)
”Your mother'll et molasses on my clothes”
”You should teach her to lick it off, Je, red-faced labourer, who had lowered down a sugar-hogshead so rapidly, that he had been within an inch of ton's life, fro no life to write
”You nantly
”That's what I' for orders, Mr Jem Wimble
He's hen-pecked, Mas' Don, that what's the matter with him Been married only three months, and he's hen-pecked Ha! Poor old cock-bird! Hen-pecked! Ha!”
Jeeneral worker in the warehouse and yard of Josiah Christave Mike the labourer an angry look, as he turned as red as a blushi+ng girl
”Lookye here,” he cried angrily, as Don, who had reseated hishead cra his legs, and looked on in a half- that could happen for Christ to get hold o' you, and take you off to sea”
”Ha!” laughed the swarthy, red-faced fellow ”Why don't you give 'e back to be begged on then by Miss Kitty and Mas' Don, after being drunk for a week You're a bad 'un, that's what you are, Mike Bannock, and I wish the master wouldn't have you here”
”Not such a hard nut as you are, Jemmy,” said the man with a chuckle
”Sailors won't take o aloft Lookye here, Mas' Don, there's a leg”
As he spoke, the great idle-looking fellow lierated display of lameness, to and fro past the door of the office
”Get out, Mike,” said Don, as the man stopped ”I believe that's nearly all sham”
”That's a true word, Mas' Don,” cried Jem ”He's only la up, and let's get these casks shi+fted 'fore your uncle co, Je a book he had under his arm, and in which a pencil was shut ”I could put down fifty, while you are ht I only want to keep things straight, and not have your uncle rowing you when he co to be one jolly row What with my Sally at home, and your uncle here, and you always down in the s is as miserable as mizzar”
”He's hen-pecked, that's what he is,” chuckled Mike, going to the handle of the crane ”Poor old Jemmy! Hen-pecked, that's what's the matter with hiht, Mas' Don,” said the man; ”but if I was you,” he murmured hoarsely, as Jem went into the warehouse, ”I'd strike for liberty I knows all about it When your ive him all your father's money, and he put it into the business I know I used to work here when you first come, only a little un, and a nice little un you was, just after your poor father died”
Don's brorinkled as he looked searchingly at the ht to half there is here, Mas' Don; but the old al, Miss Kitty, and has 'lar servants”
”It is not true, Mike My uncle has behaved very kindly to iven me a home when I was left an orphan”
”_Kick_!”
That is the nearest approach to the sound of Mike's derisive laugh, one which ry look
”Why, who told you that, ain”
”Ah, poor thing, for the sake o' peace and quietness Don't you believe it, ain here when I've been 'ive me, Mas' Don, to buy comforts, or I wouldn't say to you what I does now, and werry welco would be to-day, Mas' Don”
”I haven't any money, Mike”
”Got no ht to be yourn Oh dear, what a cruel thing it seems! I'm very sorry for you, Mas' Don, that I a fellow like--”