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But say you will not tell. Do." "No, indeed I willn't tell, come what may." Mary sat still looking at the writing, and turning the paper round with careful examination, trying to hope, but her very fears belying her hopes.

"Could ye no' try Mysie, too?" he asked, breaking in anxiously. "She's a guid worker, an' she'll be able to pick as many stanes as the weemen. Willn't ye, Mysie?" And he turned to the girl for corroboration with assurance.

She's better to take when first comings-off is done. She'll smooth down i' th' even, as like as not, and then I'll send El'nor o'er wi' the little maid's bits o' gear. Or, if she willn't go, I can bring 'em myself, when work's done. Let's get it o'er afore She finds aught out!" Avice scarcely knew whether to laugh or to be sorry. Poor, weak, easy-tempered Dan!

I durnd know as I ever axed for 'em, and if yo' wait till aw do, I shall never know 'em. 'It's happen one as yo'd like to know, though, mother. 'It's happen one as you'd like to tell, lad, replied the old woman, softening. 'Well, if we durnd tell yo', yo'll know soon enough, for it's one o' them secrets as willn't keep will it, Miriam? asked Matt of his blushing wife.

Standing up, and with tremulous tones, which none recognised as the once harsh voice of Moses, he said: 'Yo' happen willn't let me co yo' friends because I've bin an enemy to so mony on yo'! But Him as they co'd a friend o' publicans and sinners hes made me His friend, and He's made me a friend on yo' all. I know haa yo' all hated me, and I gave yo' good cause for doin' so.

'Nay, lad; they put it i' th' hoile because it's noan good. 'Then it's summat like mi dad when I'm naughty, an' he says he'll put me i' th' cellar hoile. 'But he never does does he, lad? asked the grandmother anxiously. 'Nowe, gronny. He nobbud sez he will. And then, after a pause, he continued, 'But, gronny, if God sez He'll put 'em in He'll do as He sez willn't He?

'Is that yo', mother? said Matt, dragging himself from the foot of the stairway leading to the chamber above. 'Is that yo'? 'Ey, Matt, whatever's to do wi' thee; aw never see thee look like that afore. Is Miriam bad, or summat? 'Nay, mother, they willn't tell me. But go yo' upstairs, and when you've sin for yorsel come daan and tell me.

'Well, lad, thaa's no need to be either unnatural nor blasphemous o'er th' job. What He wills, He wills, thaa knows; and if thaa willn't bend, thaa mun break. 'But I'll do noather, mother. Miriam's noan baan to dee yet, I con tell yo'. Just then Dr.

"No, I'm coming back," said the smiling clergyman, and the laugh came. "That's right! But" as if the thought was a sudden one "I'll be dead by thin, willn't I? Of coorse I will." "Yes?" rejoined the clergyman. "How's that?" The Irishman turned to the Italian. "Mr. Ristofalo, we're a-goin to the pinitintiary, aint we?" Ristofalo nodded. "Of coorse we air! Ah! Mr. Preechur, that's the place!"

It racked me to recall past happiness and the greater peril there was of conjuring up its apparition, the quicker the thible ran round, and the faster the handfuls of meal fell into the water. Joseph beheld my style of cookery with growing indignation. 'Thear! he ejaculated. 'Hareton, thou willn't sup thy porridge to-neeght; they'll be naught but lumps as big as my neive. Thear, agean!