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СКАЧАТЬ then, Liza Kemp,' said his companion, turning round with mock indignation, 'you let my Johnny alone. If you come gettin' round 'im I'll give you wot for.'

      'Arright, Clary Sharp, I don't want 'im,' answered Liza. 'I've got one of my own, an' thet's a good 'andful—ain't it, Tom?'

      Tom was delighted, and, unable to find a repartee, in his pleasure gave Liza a great nudge with his elbow.

      ''Oo, I say,' said Liza, putting her hand to her side. 'Tike care of my ribs; you'll brike 'em.'

      'Them's not yer ribs,' shouted a candid friend—'them's yer whale-bones yer afraid of breakin'.'

      'Garn!'

      ''Ave yer got whale-bones?' said Tom, with affected simplicity, putting his arm round her waist to feel.

      'Na, then,' she said, 'keep off the grass!'

      'Well, I only wanted ter know if you'd got any.'

      'Garn; yer don't git round me like thet.'

      He still kept as he was.

      'Na then,' she repeated, 'tike yer 'and away. If yer touch me there you'll 'ave ter marry me.'

      'Thet's just wot I wants ter do, Liza!'

      'Shut it!' she answered cruelly, and drew his arm away from her waist.

      The horses scampered on, and the man behind blew his horn with vigour.

      'Don't bust yerself, guv'nor!' said one of the passengers to him when he made a particularly discordant sound. They drove along eastwards, and as the hour grew later the streets became more filled and the traffic greater. At last they got on the road to Chingford, and caught up numbers of other vehicles going in the same direction—donkey-shays, pony-carts, tradesmen's carts, dog-carts, drags, brakes, every conceivable kind of wheel thing, all filled with people, the wretched donkey dragging along four solid rate-payers to the pair of stout horses easily managing a couple of score. They exchanged cheers and greetings as they passed, the 'Red Lion' brake being noticeable above all for its uproariousness. As the day wore on the sun became hotter, and the road seemed more dusty and threw up a greater heat.

      'I am getting 'ot!' was the common cry, and everyone began to puff and sweat.

      The ladies removed their cloaks and capes, and the men, following their example, took off their coats and sat in their shirt-sleeves. Whereupon ensued much banter of a not particularly edifying kind respecting the garments which each person would like to remove—which showed that the innuendo of French farce is not so unknown to the upright, honest Englishman as might be supposed.

      At last came in sight the half-way house, where the horses were to have a rest and a sponge down. They had been talking of it for the last quarter of a mile, and when at length it was observed on the top of a hill a cheer broke out, and some thirsty wag began to sing 'Rule Britannia', whilst others burst forth with a different national ditty, 'Beer, Glorious Beer!' They drew up before the pub entrance, and all climbed down as quickly as they could. The bar was besieged, and potmen and barmaids were quickly busy drawing beer and handing it over to the eager folk outside.

       THE IDYLL OF CORYDON AND PHYLLIS.

      Gallantry ordered that the faithful swain and the amorous shepherdess should drink out of one and the same pot.

      ''Urry up an' 'ave your whack,' said Corydon, politely handing the foaming bowl for his fair one to drink from.

      Phyllis, without replying, raised it to her lips and drank deep. The swain watched anxiously.

      ''Ere, give us a chanst!' he said, as the pot was raised higher and higher and its contents appeared to be getting less and less.

      At this the amorous shepherdess stopped and handed the pot to her lover.

      'Well, I'm dashed!' said Corydon, looking into it; and added: 'I guess you know a thing or two.' Then with courtly grace putting his own lips to the place where had been those of his beloved, finished the pint.

      'Go' lumme!' remarked the shepherdess, smacking her lips, 'that was somethin' like!' And she put out her tongue and licked her lips, and then breathed deeply.

      The faithful swain having finished, gave a long sigh, and said:

      'Well, I could do with some more!'

      'For the matter of thet, I could do with a gargle!'

      Thus encouraged, the gallant returned to the bar, and soon brought out a second pint.

      'You 'ave fust pop,' amorously remarked Phyllis, and he took a long drink and handed the pot to her.

      She, with maiden modesty, turned it so as to have a different part to drink from; but he remarked as he saw her:

      'You are bloomin' particular.'

      Then, unwilling to grieve him, she turned it back again and applied her ruby lips to the place where his had been.

      'Now we shan't be long!' she remarked, as she handed him back the pot.

      The faithful swain took out of his pocket a short clay pipe, blew through it, filled it, and began to smoke, while Phyllis sighed at the thought of the cool liquid gliding down her throat, and with the pleasing recollection gently stroked her stomach. Then Corydon spat, and immediately his love said:

      'I can spit farther than thet.'

      'I bet yer yer can't.'

      She tried, and did. He collected himself and spat again, further than before, she followed him, and in this idyllic contest they remained till the tootling horn warned them to take their places.

       At last they reached Chingford, and here the horses were taken out and the drag, on which they were to lunch, drawn up in a sheltered spot. They were all rather hungry, but as it was not yet feeding-time, they scattered to have drinks meanwhile. Liza and Tom, with Sally and her young man, went off together to the nearest public-house, and as they drank beer, Harry, who was a great sportsman, gave them a graphic account of a prize-fight he had seen on the previous Saturday evening, which had been rendered specially memorable by one man being so hurt that he had died from the effects. It had evidently been a very fine affair, and Harry said that several swells from the West End had been present, and he related their ludicrous efforts to get in without being seen by anyone, and their terror when someone to frighten them called out 'Copper!' Then Tom and he entered into a discussion on the subject of boxing, in which Tom, being a shy and undogmatic sort of person, was entirely worsted. After this they strolled back to the brake, and found things being prepared for luncheon; the hampers were brought out and emptied, and the bottles of beer in great profusion made many a thirsty mouth thirstier.

      'Come along, lidies an' gentlemen—if you are gentlemen,' shouted the coachman; 'the animals is now goin' ter be fed!'

      'Garn awy,' answered somebody, 'we're not hanimals; we don't drink water.'

      'You're too clever,' remarked the coachman; 'I can see you've just come from the board school.'

      As the former speaker was a lady of quite mature appearance, the remark was not without its little irony. The other man blew his horn СКАЧАТЬ