Wun Lung, the Chinese junior, looked up. standee bob already, Buntel.” “Me spent that,” said hunter aggressively. meant to pay for “I’ve “1 admission to the circus with it, but I was famished. I’ve got a delicate constitution, and I can only keep it going by constant nourishment. I spent the bob at Mrs. Mimble’s. If you like to lend me another—” savvy.” “No can lend me another nine, if you like, and have my “You for ten bob. It’s coming by the first post in the savvy,” “No here, make it five, and you can have the postal-order “Look That’s cent. per cent. interest for a single day’s loan.” savvy” “No you lend me a bob, then ?” roared Bunter. “Will savvy.” “No Mark Linley put his hand into his pocket. The Lancashire lad was poor, and his shillings were not numerous, but he didn’t want Bunter to miss the circus. you are!” he said, tossing a silver coin over to Bunter. “Here The fat junior caught it greedily. you, Linley! You’re better than these sweeps, though “Thank you’re only the son of a workman, or street-sweeper, or whatever it is. If you can lend me another bob—” I’ll lend you a thick ear if you don’t get out of this study,” said “ Mark. you blessed cheeky, mill-working, machine-minding “Well, waster—” Mark Linley rose from his chair, and the fat junior left his remarks unfinished, and scuttled down the passage. animal, ain’t he? said Bob Cherry. really wonder they “Nice ” “I didn’t drown him, and keep one of the others, you know.’ ha, ha !” “Ha, THE FOURTH CHAPTER,
Wun Lung, the Chinese junior, looked up. “Me standee bob already, Buntel.” “I’ve spent that,” said hunter aggressively. “1 meant to pay for admission to the circus with it, but I was famished. I’ve got a delicate constitution, and I can only keep it going by constant nourishment. I spent the bob at Mrs. Mimble’s. If you like to lend me another—” “No savvy.” “You can lend me another nine, if you like, and have my for ten bob. It’s coming by the first post in the “No savvy,” “Look here, make it five, and you can have the postal-order That’s cent. per cent. interest for a single day’s loan.” “No savvy” “Will you lend me a bob, then ?” roared Bunter. “No savvy.” Mark Linley put his hand into his pocket. The Lancashire lad was poor, and his shillings were not numerous, but he didn’t want Bunter to miss the circus. “Here you are!” he said, tossing a silver coin over to Bunter. The fat junior caught it greedily. “Thank you, Linley! You’re better than these sweeps, though you’re only the son of a workman, or street-sweeper, or whatever it is. If you can lend me another bob—” “ I’ll lend you a thick ear if you don’t get out of this study,” said Mark. “Well, you blessed cheeky, mill-working, machine-minding waster—” Mark Linley rose from his chair, and the fat junior left his remarks unfinished, and scuttled down the passage. “Nice animal, ain’t he? ” said Bob Cherry. “I really wonder they didn’t drown him, and keep one of the others, you know.’ “Ha, ha, ha !” THE FOURTH CHAPTER,
0093%20The%20Circus%20At%20Greyfriars%20-%20Frank%20Richards.docx