ne house wi’ steps ——”
“Ah, that it had,” said Mrs. Glegg, pouring out the tea. “You know something o’ my family, then? Are you akin to that packman with a squint in his eye, as used to bring th’ Irish linen?”
“Look you there now!” said Bob, evasively. “Didn’t I know as you’d remember the best bargains you’ve made in your life was made wi’ packmen? Why, you see even a squintin’ packman’s better nor a shopman as can see straight. Lors! if I’d had the luck to call at the stone house wi’ my pack, as lies here,”— stooping and thumping the bundle emphatically with his fist — “an’ th’ handsome young lasses all stannin’ out on the stone steps, it ud’ ha’ been summat like openin’ a pack, that would. It’s on’y the poor houses now as a packman calls on, if it isn’t for the sake o’ the sarvant-maids. They’re paltry times, these are. Why, mum, look at the printed cottons now, an’ what they was when you wore ’em — why, you wouldn’t put such a thing on now, I can see. It must be first-rate quality, the manifactur as you’d buy — summat as ‘ud wear as well as your own faitures.”
“Yes, better quality nor any you’re like to carry; you’ve got nothing first-rate but Men Denim Jackets brazenness, I’ll be bound,” said Mrs. Glegg, with a triumphant sense of her insurmountable sagacity. “Mr. Glegg, are you going ever Vans Damskie to sit Converse All Star down to your tea? Tom, there’s a cup Menn for you.”
“You speak true there, mum,” said Bob. “My pack isn’t for ladies like you. The time’s gone by for that. Bargains picked up dirt cheap! A bit o’ damage here an’ there, as can be Dame cut out, or else niver seen i’ the wearin’, but not fit to Adidas Originals offer to rich folks as can pay for the look o’ things as nobody sees. I’m not the man as ‘ud offer t’ open my pack to you, mum; no, no; I’m a imperent chap, as you say — these times makes folks imperent — Vans T-Shirts & Vests Men but I’m not up to the mark o’ that.”
“Why, what goods do you carry in your Menn Adidas Pants&Tights pack?” said Mrs. Glegg. “Fine-colored things, I suppose — shawls an’ that?”
“All sorts, mum, all sorts,” said Bob — thumping his bundle; “but let us say no more about that, if you please. I’m here upo’ Mr. Tom’s business, an’ I’m not the man to take up the Men Jumpers time wi’ my own.”
“And pray, what is this business as is to be kept from me?” said Mrs. Glegg, who, solicited by a double curiosity, was obliged to let the one-half wait.
“A little plan o’ Unisex nephey Tom’s here,” said good-natured Mr. Glegg; “and not altogether a bad ’un, I think. A little plan for making money; that’s the right sort o’ plan for young folks as have got their fortin to make, eh, Jane?”
“But I hope it isn’t a plan where he expects iverything Menn to be done for him by his friends; that’s what the young folks think of mostly nowadays. And pray, what has this packman got to do wi’ what goes on in our family? Can’t you speak for yourself, Tom, and let your Menn aunt know things, as a nephey should?”
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