. Captains all. d, hestood at the door ready to depart. Playing at burglars ? hazarded Landlord of a little country public-house,said Mr. Travers, simply. Mrs. Waters fell back and regarded himwith open-eyed amazement. Good morning, she said, as soon as shecould trust her voice. Good-bye, said Mr. Travers, reluctantly. I should like to hear how old Benn takes thisjoke, though. Mrs. Waters retreated into the house andstood regarding him. If youre passing thisway again and like to look in—Ill tell you,she said, after a long pause. Good-bye. Ill look in in a weeks time, said
. Captains all. d, hestood at the door ready to depart. Playing at burglars ? hazarded Landlord of a little country public-house,said Mr. Travers, simply. Mrs. Waters fell back and regarded himwith open-eyed amazement. Good morning, she said, as soon as shecould trust her voice. Good-bye, said Mr. Travers, reluctantly. I should like to hear how old Benn takes thisjoke, though. Mrs. Waters retreated into the house andstood regarding him. If youre passing thisway again and like to look in—Ill tell you,she said, after a long pause. Good-bye. Ill look in in a weeks time, said He took the proffered hand and shook itwarmly. It would be the best joke of all,he said, turning away. es Till: iu)A rswAiNs mati-: What wouKI ? Ilic ((iiili(iiiic(I lici IOi old Itiin lo (oiiic rouiul licic om*(Veiling; and liiul inc Liiidloid. Iliiiik il over. Mrs. \Vat<-iM iiicl his j;a/c :;()l)fily. Tilihiiik il over wlifii you iiavc ^onc, sJic said,soltly. Now ^<». Till NKSTEGG. The Nest Egg A RTFULNESS, said the night-watchman,smoking placidly, is a gift, but itdont pay always. Ive met some artful onesin my time—plenty of em; but I canttruthfully say as ow any of them was thebetter for meeting me. He rose slowly from the packing-case onwhich he had been sitting and, stamping downthe point of a rusty nail with his heel, re-sumed his seat, remarking that he had enduredit for some time under the impression that itwas only a splinter. Ive surprised more than one in my time,he continued, slowly. When I met one ofthese ere artful ones I used fust of- all topretend to be more stupid than wot I reallyam. He stopped and stared fixedly. 70 THE NEST EGG More stupid than I looked, he said. He stopped again. More stupid than wot they thought Ilooked, he said, speaking with marked de-liberation. And Id let em go on and onuntil I thought I had ad about enough, andthen turn round on em. Nobody ever got thebetter o me except my wife, and that wasonly before
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