"
I sez, "Thankee! that's werry instructive. You _do_ know a lot,
mate, _you_ do!"
Then the fight at Chioggia came on. Sech a rum pully-haully all
through.
But the Victory Percession wos proper, and so was the All Frisky
_feet_,
And the way as they worked the gondolers, them streaky-legged
chaps, wos a treat.
But the best o' the barney came arter. I took a gondoler, old man,
Sort o' wobbly black coffin afloat, and perpelled on the rummiest
plan
With one oar and a kind of notched post. But a dressy young party
in pink
'Ad a seat in my ship, and seemed skeery. _I_ cheered 'er up--wot
do _you_ think?
"No danger," sez I, "not a mossel! Now is there, old lollipop-legs?
Sit 'ere, Miss, and trim the old barky! Go gently now, young
'Am-and-Eggs!
'Ow much for yer mustard-striped kicksies? Way-oh! Wy, you nearly
run down
The Ryhalto that time, you young josser. Look hout, Miss, he'll
crack your sweet crown!"
_Larf_, CHARLIE? She did a fair chortle. I _'ave_ sech a way with
the shes.
We 'ad six sixpennorths together--I tell you 'twos go-as-you-please!
Modern Venice, took out of a toy-box, with palaces fourteen foot
'igh.
And Bridges o' Sighs cut in pasteboard, is larks all the same, and
no fly.
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