Mrs. Bindle: Some Incidents from the Domestic Life of the Bindles. Jenkins Herbert George

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he grasped a concertina, before him were stretched a pair of thin legs in tight blue trousers. Above a violent blue necktie there rose a pasty face, terminating in a quiff of amazing dimensions, which glistened greasily in the gaslight. His heavy-lidded eyes were half-closed, whilst in his mouth he held a cigarette, the end of which was most unwholesomely chewed. His whole demeanour was that of a man who had not yet realised that the curtain had risen upon a new act in the drama.

      As Mrs. Bindle appeared at the kitchen door, the concertina once more began to speak. A moment later the musician threw back his head and gave tongue, like a hound baying at the moon:

      For I love my mother, love 'er with all my 'eart,

      I can see 'er now on the doorstep, the day we 'ad to part.

      A man that's got a tanner, can always get a wife,

      But a mother is just a treasure that comes once in a life.

      "Now then, ladies and gents, chorus if you please," he cried.

      They did please, and soon Mrs. Bindle's kitchen echoed with a full-throated rendering of:

      We all love mother, love her all the time,

      For there ain't no other who seems to us the same.

      From babyhood to manhood, she watches o'er our lives,

      For it's mother, mother, mother, bless the dear old name.

      It was a doleful refrain, charged with cockney melancholy; yet there could be no doubt about the enthusiasm of the singers. Mrs. Hearty spilled beer over her blue satin bosom, as a result of the energy with which she beat time; Mrs. Stitchley's hand, the one not grasping her stay-busk, was also beating time, different time from Mrs. Hearty's, whilst two light-coloured knees rose and fell with the regularity of piston-rods, solving for Mrs. Bindle the mystery of the sounds like the tossing about of bricks she had heard in the parlour.

      Ginger was joining in the chorus!

      As the singer started the second verse, Mrs. Bindle was conscious that someone was behind her. She turned to find Miss Stitchley standing at her shoulder. A moment later she realised that the little passage was overflowing with carol-singers.

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