Sublime

Fatty Davis, a clever, stout, two-fisted, gregarious hustler who owned the Hill’s only jook joint, was also twelve then, and the two became fast friends.

Shad Davis. He has a son. He’s a scrap collector, does odd jobs and such for the colored on the Hill. I believe they call him Fatty,”

Fatty Davis,

Mr. Foote has a talent for conjuring up such images. He has a graphic way of speaking, being from Newfoundland. He doesn’t tiptoe around. He’s built on a square plan: wide torso, thick legs, a short distance between ear and shoulder. It’s a balanced shape, with a low centre of gravity. Mr. Foote would not be easy to upend. Nell expects that’s been

a man like Mr. Peggotty was not a bad person to have on board if anything did happen. Nothing happened, however, worse than morning.

He was but a poor man himself, said Peggotty, but as good as gold and as true as steel—those were her similes.

Bullis, the Egg Man,

Thelma’s boy Dodo—whose real name was Holly Herring—was standing near

Macdonald accepted the invitation, much interested in this product of Shoreditch. Alf’s Cockney origin still sounded in his speech, despite the slurring burr which association with Devonshire children had developed, but the great difference between Alf and his country schoolmates was the quickness of the Cockney’s reactions. He was still as sharp