Chapter 21
chapter twenty one of bindle by herbert jenkins this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by don w jenkins chapter twenty one conclusion so orty comes around in the morning and says he's sorry and millikins she behaves just like a little princess holding her ead as i as i and agrees to go back and everybody lives appy ever after everybody cept me since that night mrs b is giving me pickles i don't understand it he added in a puzzled way seems as if she's sort of offy cause she dripped a bit i think that is what it must be remarked mrs dick little you must be gentle with her gentle you don't know mrs b miss i mean mum when mrs b s at one end o the broom and you're within range o the dust she raises it's nippy you got to be not gentle mrs little laughed it was a fortnight after the events at mr hearty's house that had led up to melly's leaving home and bindle was seated with the littles in their new flat in chelsea palace mansions
yes continued bindle after a pause them two love-birds is engaged and charlie dixon's enlisted and milly's as proud as an inn wot's laid an egg earty's a different man but it's mrs b wot does me she'd take the edge orf a chisel gentle i'd like to meet the man who'd got the pluck to try it on wot mrs b and bindle laughed good-humouredly and to think continued bindle looking quizzically from dick little to his wife to think that i helped you two to get tied up mrs little laughed gaily and bindle drank deeply of a large glass of ale at his elbow i'm afraid you're a terrible misogynist mr bindle said mrs little a what mum queried bindle with corrugated brow a woman hater explained little then you're wrong mum if you'll allow me to say so i don't hate women but persisted mrs little you are always suggesting how happy the world would be without us bindle removed his cigar from his mouth and bending forward towards mrs little remarked impressively
you got old o the wrong end o the stick mum i ain't got nothing to say agin women i likes the ladies but broke in little didn't you solemnly warn me bindle now on up that's quite correct replied bindle with undisturbed composure i did as i would like a mate to do by me i just put up me and like and said dangerous crossin ere same as they do for motors but you say you are not a woman-hater i don't understand mrs little screwed up her pretty face in what little regarded as a most provoking manner well mum you're sort of mixing up women and wives i ain't got nothing to say against women provided they don't marry yer when they do they seems to change bindle paused then with unconscious philosophy added p'raps it's because they find out all about yer the silence that ensued was broken by bindle i suppose he said thoughtfully i'd sort o miss my little bit o evan if any thing was to appen to her fancy goin ome and no one there to say got a job
there was a note in bindle's voice which constrained little and his wife to silence after a minute's silence he added it can't be all unny livin with an eathen such as me for fully five minutes no one spoke it was again bindle who broke the silence it was you sir o course what played the little game on earty what the theodore hook joke inquired little bindle looked puzzled i mean the dogs and ousekeepers and orphans i felt sorry for earty then and bindle laughed in spite of himself it was a cruel jest whoever played it said mrs little with decision and looking meaningly at her husband she added i hope i shall never know who did it or i shall speak very bluntly dick little looked uncomfortable and bindle created a diversion by rising well i must be oppin it he remarked genially i enjoyed this little talk dick little preceded him into the hall bindle stepped back into the room miss mum i mean he said awkwardly you ain't inclined to be religious are yer there was such earnestness in his voice that mrs little checked the laugh that was upon her lips
no mr bindle i'm afraid i'm not at all a good person bindle heaved a sigh of relief then he's got a sportin chance he muttered half to himself good-night mum and bindle closed the door behind him well eddie said dick little as he re-entered the room what do you think of j b not a bad sort of fellow eh dick i think he's a perfect dear and dick little expressed entire concurrence with his wife's view in a way that young husbands have chapter twenty one end of bindle by herbert jenkins read by don w jenkins rancho san diego california shaggybark dot blogspot dot com
