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"Eessir, sometimes; and I drove back the milk-trunk in the cart, and I rode down on a pony to the second pasture to count the sheep and the heifers." "Then you are a farmer's daughter?" "Eessir. But my feyther I mean my father had only two little fields when he was alive, but we had a nice garden, with plum trees, and rose bushes and gillyflowers " "Better and better," murmured Lancelot, smiling.
"Did she set you right in any other particulars?" "Eessir I mean yessir," replied Mary Ann, the forbidden words flying to her lips like prisoned skylarks suddenly set free. "I used to say, 'Gie I thek there broom, oo't? 'Arten thee goin' to? 'Her did say to I. 'I be goin' on to bed. 'Look at " "Enough! Enough! What a memory you've got! Now I understand. You're a country girl."
"Eessir," said Mary Ann, her face lighting up. "I mean yessir." "Well, that redeems you a little," thought Lancelot, with his whimsical look. "So it's missus, is it, who's taught you Cockneyese? My instinct was not so unsound, after all. I dare say you'll turn out something nobler than a Cockney drudge." He finished aloud, "I hope you went a-milking."
Stop a moment I must give you another kiss for talking so nicely. There! And stop a moment bring me up some coffee, please, when the ground floor is satisfied." "Eessir I mean yessir. What must I say?" she added, pausing troubled on the threshold. "Say, 'Yes, Lancelot," he answered recklessly. "Yessir," and Mary Ann disappeared. It was ten endless minutes before she reappeared with the coffee.
"Eessir, sometimes; and I drove back the milk-trunk in the cart, and I rode down on a pony to the second pasture to count the sheep and the heifers." "Then you are a farmer's daughter?" "Eessir. But my feyther I mean my father had only two little fields when he was alive, but we had a nice garden, with plum trees, and rose bushes, and gillyflowers "
"Eessir," said Mary Ann, her face lighting up. "I mean yessir." "Well, that redeems you a little," thought Lancelot, with his whimsical look. "So it's missus, is it, who's taught you Cockneyese? My instinct was not so unsound, after all. I dare say you'll turn out something nobler than a Cockney drudge." He finished aloud, "I hope you went a-milking."
"Did she set you right in any other particulars?" "Eessir I mean yessir," replied Mary Ann, the forbidden words flying to her lips like prisoned skylarks suddenly set free. "I used to say, 'Gie I thek there broom, oo't? 'Arten thee goin' to? 'Her did say to I. 'I be goin' on to bed. 'Look at " "Enough! Enough! What a memory you've got! Now I understand. You're a country girl."
Stop a moment I must give you another kiss for talking so nicely. There! And stop a moment bring me up some coffee, please, when the ground floor is satisfied." "Eessir I mean yessir. What must I say?" she added, pausing troubled on the threshold. "Say, 'Yes, Lancelot," he answered recklessly. "Yessir," and Mary Ann disappeared. It was ten endless minutes before she reappeared with the coffee.
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