Not a
single little-o was in the little-o hole; and, glancing fearfully at
the capital-O partition, he found that to his extreme terror, in a
precisely similar predicament. Awe- stricken, his first impulse was to
rush to the foreman.
'Sir!' said he, gasping for breath, 'I can't never set up nothing
without no o's.'
'What do you mean by that?' growled the foreman, who was in a very
ill humor at being kept so late.
'Why, sir, there beant an o in the office, neither a big un nor a
little un!'
'What- what the d-l has become of all that were in the case?'
'I don't know, sir,' said the boy, 'but one of them ere "G'zette"
devils is bin prowling 'bout here all night, and I spect he's gone and
cabbaged 'em every one.'
'Dod rot him! I haven't a doubt of it,' replied the foreman, getting
purple with rage 'but I tell you what you do, Bob, that's a good
boy- you go over the first chance you get and hook every one of
their i's and (d-n them!) their izzards.'
'Jist so,' replied Bob, with a wink and a frown- 'I'll be into
'em, I'll let 'em know a thing or two; but in de meantime, that ere
paragrab? Mus go in to-night, you know- else there'll be the d-l to
pay, and-'
'And not a bit of pitch hot,' interrupted the foreman, with a deep
sigh, and an emphasis on the 'bit.' 'Is it a long paragraph, Bob?'
'Shouldn't call it a wery long paragrab,' said Bob.
'Ah, well, then! do the best you can with it! We must get to press,"
said the foreman, who was over head and ears in work; 'just stick in
some other letter for o; nobody's going to read the fellow's trash
anyhow.
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