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"If Mike Bannock says they're fine spots, don't you believe him; they're bad 'uns." "Then let's go and select a place for ourselves," cried Don. "Lor! I do wonder at you, Mas' Don, wantin' to leave such a mother as you've got, and asking me to leave my wife. Why, what would they do?" "I don't know," said Don, sadly. "They care very little for us now. You can do as you like; I shall go."
"She took no note that I were glum, but `Whose hosses is these? she asked. "`Your husband's, mum, I made bold to say, thinking to take her down a peg. But, lor'! she didn't care a rush for that, but `Which o' my husbands? says she, and laughed fit to bust, and poked the horse-dealer in the side.
Then Bob he findeth fault Lor' how beautiful he done it! with the scantling of the stuff; and he shouteth out, 'Mother, I'm blest if I won't stand that old guinea bottle of best Jamaica, the one as you put by, with the cobwebs on it, for Lord Admiral. No Lord Admiral won't come now. Just you send away, and hoist it up.
I'm handsome enough for anythink. But what do it matter! Good Lor', what do anythink matter when you can't get what you are breaking your heart for! I'd give all the world for Jim, and Jim don't care nothink for me." She sighed heavily.
He pressed it so hard as to leave a delicious ache, and hastened away. "Good Lor! who was that awful-looking man?" Mrs. Bodine asked Ella. "George Houghton. He carried you from home here." "Lor! Lor! Saved my life as well as yours and Cousin Hugh's?" "Yes, and now he's going to help papa and Mara." "Well, well, we'll have to forgive him for being born North. Is that old "
If I didn't send a man up half-past five in the morning, when the ears begin to fill, there'd be nothing left for us. 'Why don't you complain to the agent? I said. 'Complain! Lor' bless you, miss, you may complain till you're black in the face. I've allus found an' I've been here, man and boy, thirty-two year as how Winterbournes generally best it. There you have the whole thing in a nutshell.
And Lor' ha' mercy, they say it was a sight: with leaves, and cabbage stumps, and potato parings chucked about under the place!" "Now come, Dick," cried the middy; "no yarns, please."
"Where?" asked the fat woman, surprised. "Miles from here. In the Medway. Away in Kent." "Lor!" said the fat woman. "It's right enough," said Mr. Polly. "How d'you know?" "I went to my home." "Where?" "Don't matter. I went and found out. He'd been in the water some days. He'd got my clothes and they'd said it was me." "They?" "It don't matter. I'm not going back to them."
But Lor' bless you! there's such a lot o' foreigners in this quarter, especially Japanese and Siamese law students and medical students and such like that you'd never notice a couple of Easterns particularly and I've no doubt they wear English clothes. Now, what do you want to see this doctor for?" he asked as they halted by Dr. Mirandolet's door. "Anything to do with the matter in hand?"
Grandpa was quick at detecting the resemblance, and hailed her approach in thrilling nautical terms, such as: "Why didn't ye reef yer topgallant, ma!" when the handkerchief was torn off her head; and "hang to the main-royal, ma," as Grandma's apron was caught up and borne, wildly fluttering, about her ears; and "keep your ballast, ma," with frequent ejaculations of "Lor', how she pitches! how she pitches!"
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