But, when I had paid for about a dozen chickens that he had killed; and had dragged him, growling and kicking, by the scruff of his neck, out of a hundred and fourteen street fights; and had had a dead cat brought round for my inspection by an irate female, who called me a murderer; and had been summoned by the man next door but one for having a ferocious dog at large, that had kept him pinned up in his own tool – shed, afraid to venture his nose outside the door for over two hours on a cold night; and had learned that the gardener, unknown to myself, had won thirty shillings by backing him to kill rats against time, then I began to think that maybe they’d let him remain on earth for a bit longer, after all.
To hang about a stable, and collect a gang of the most disreputable dogs to be found in the town, and lead them out to march round the slums to fight other disreputable dogs, is Montmorency’s idea of "life;" and so, as I before observed, he gave to the suggestion of inns, and pubs., and hotels his most emphatic approbation.
Having thus settled the sleeping arrangements to the satisfaction of all four of us, the only thing left to discuss was what we should take with us; and this we had begun to argue, when Harris said he’d had enough oratory for one night, and proposed that we should go out and have a smile, saying that he had found a place, round by the square, where you could really get a drop of Irish worth drinking.
George said he felt thirsty (I never knew George when he didn’t); and, as I had a presentiment that a little whisky, warm, with a slice of lemon, would do my complaint good, the debate was, by common assent, adjourned to the following night; and the assembly put on its hats and went out.
Arrangements settled. – Harris’s method of doing work. – How the elderly, family – man puts up a picture. – George makes a sensible, remark. – Delights of early morning bathing. – Provisions for getting upset
So, on the following evening, we again assembled, to discuss and arrange our plans. Harris said:
"Now, the first thing to settle is what to take with us. Now, you get a bit of paper and write down, J., and you get the grocery catalogue, George, and somebody give me a bit of pencil, and then I’ll make out a list."
That’s Harris all over – so ready to take the burden of everything himself, and put it on the backs of other people.
He always reminds me of my poor Uncle Podger. You never saw such a commotion up and down a house, in all your life, as when my Uncle Podger undertook to do a job. A picture would have come home from the frame – maker’s, and be standing in the dining – room, waiting to be put up; and Aunt Podger would ask what was to be done with it, and Uncle Podger would say:
"Oh, you leave that to ME. Don’t you, any of you, worry yourselves about that. I’LL do all that."
And then he would take off his coat, and begin. He would send the girl out for sixpen’orth of nails, and then one of the boys after her to tell her what size to get; and, from that, he would gradually work down, and start the whole house.
"Now you go and get me my hammer, Will," he would shout; "and you bring me the rule, Tom; and I shall want the step – ladder, and I had better have a kitchen – chair, too; and, Jim! you run round to Mr. Goggles, and tell him, 'Pa’s kind regards, and hopes his leg’s better; and will he lend him his spirit – level?' And don’t you go, Maria, because I shall want somebody to hold me the light; and when the girl comes back, she must go out again for a bit of picture – cord; and Tom! – where’s Tom? – Tom, you come here; I shall want you to hand me up the picture."
