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Said the old Obadiah to the young Obadiah,
Obadiah, Obadiah, so am I.
Said the young--"
The song ended abruptly as, opening the door, she beheld her lodger.
"Lordy Lord, Mr. Geoffrey," she exclaimed a little reproachfully,
"whatever are you a-doin' of, up an' dressed an' not half-past five
yet?"
"Enjoying the morning, Mrs. Trapes, and yearning for my breakfast."
"Ah, that's just like a man; they're almighty good yearners till
they get what they yearns for--then they yearns for somethin'
else--immediate!"
"Well, but I suppose women yearn too, sometimes, don't they?"
"Not they; women can only hope an' sigh an' languish an' break their
hearts in silence, poor dears."
"What for?"
"Would a couple o' fresh eggs an' a lovely ham rasher soot ye?" enquired
Mrs. Trapes.
"They will suit."
"Then I'll go and fry' em!"
"And I'll come and look on, if I may," said he, and followed her into
her neat kitchen.
"And how," said Mrs. Trapes, as she prepared to make the coffee, "how's
the peanut trade, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Flourishing, thanks.


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