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"What's the matter, Uncle Billy?" asked Jeff Bucknor, who had just crawled from under one of the cars, where he had been delightfully employed in a manner peculiar to some males, finding out what was wrong with the mysterious workings of an automobile. "Nothin' 'tall, Mr. Jeff! I wa' jes' kinder ruminatin' to myse'f. I din't know nobody wa' clost enough ter hear me.
"No, ma'am!" replied the girl firmly, and without any mark of disturbance in her face. "Din't you get a bar of soap from our house yesterday?" asked Mrs. Jordon. "Yes, ma'am," returned Bridget, "but it was soap you owed us." "Owed you!" "Yes, Ma am. Nancy got a bar of soap from me last washing-day, and I went in for it yesterday." "But Nancy told me you wanted to borrow it," said Mrs. Jordon.
The Judge, looking grave, and casting his eye learnedly over the pages of a ponderous statute book, inquires of Mr. Seargent Stubbs what the charge is. "Disturbed the hole neighborhood. A fight atween the Donahues, yer Honor." "Dorn't believe a woord of it, yeer Onher. Sure, din't Donahue black the eye o' me, and sphil the whisky too? Bad luck to Donahue, says I. You don't say that to me, says he.
"You've done for yerself already! You swore to it!" "A din't!" said the Bantam, doggedly. "You swore to't!" the farmer vociferated afresh. The Bantam played a tune upon the handle of the door, and still affirmed that he did not; a double contradiction at which the farmer absolutely raged in his chair, and was hoarse, as he called out a third time that the Bantam had sworn to it.
'That it should ever come ta this! And hev yew anything left oover? "'Yes, I say. 'I've got a matter of a hunnerd an' four pound clear arter payin' ivery farden owin', an' the stock an' nets an' gear and tew boots an' all wha'ss mortgaged ta yew. Now I'll ha'e no more on't. Ayther I'm master or I ha' done wi't. "'Oh dear! oh dear! Posh, he say, 'I din't think as yew'd made so much."
Let her drink maybe if he could get her drunk, he could find something out; at least he might learn whether the slim young man had been there during the day. "Like when you found your dad's cider," she said, and giggled again. "You got awful hp! awful drunk, Willy, din't you? You were so funny!" She was trying to be careful with her words already.
'I din't reckon on marriage, said William. 'Thee'll marry, said Alice. 'Thee likes to have thy victuals hot and comfortable; and there's noane many but a wife as'll look after that for t' please thee. 'I know who could please me, sighed forth William, 'but I can't please her.
"You've done for yerself already! You swore to it!" "A din't!" said the Bantam, doggedly. "You swore to't!" the farmer vociferated afresh. The Bantam played a tune upon the handle of the door, and still affirmed that he did not; a double contradiction at which the farmer absolutely raged in his chair, and was hoarse, as he called out a third time that the Bantam had sworn to it.
"Ah, 'tis a pity, sir, ye din't keep the old house up, for the sake of the young gentlemen, if nothing more," said he; and "Ah, Jamie," was Mr. Bowdoin's reply, "it's all dirty coal-barges now; the old house would not know its way about in steamers. We'll have to take to banking, like yourself and Sinclair there."
'I din't reckon on marriage, said William. 'Thee'll marry, said Alice. 'Thee likes to have thy victuals hot and comfortable; and there's noane many but a wife as'll look after that for t' please thee. 'I know who could please me, sighed forth William, 'but I can't please her.