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And I penned, 'Any thing dush? 'Worse nor dovo. 'What is the covvo? Says yuv, 'Mandy kaums tute to jal to my pal don't spare the gry mukk her jal! So he del mi a fino grai, and I kistered eight mee so sig that I thought I'd mored her. An' I pet her dree the stanya, an' I jalled a lay in the puv and' odoi I dicked Job. "And he pens as he was mullerin.

But at the kunsus of the divvus, sa yuv sus kennin apre sustis wongurs, he penned, "How wafro it is mandy nashered the trinoras I might have lelled for the mass-koshters!" A mush must always pet the giv in the puv before he can chin the harvest. Once a poor man sat down to make threepence-worth of skewers for a butcher.

I continued to urge; though to my chagrin, I began to perceive that it was an idle effort. "Yuv riz my dander; an', by God! yuv got to fight for it!" "But surely " "Stop yur palaver! By the tarnal airthquake, I'll 'gin to think you air a coward! I thort ye'd show, the white feather afore 'twur all over!" "Enough!" cried I, stung by the taunt; "I am ready for you one way or the other. Go on."

Kenna-sig his juvo welled adree an' putched him to jal kerri, but yuv pookered her, "Kek I won't jal kenna." Then she penned, "Well alang, the chavvis got kek habben." So she putchered him ajaw an' ajaw, an' he always rakkered her pauli "Kek."

Well, as yuv was rikkinin' the trushnee an' siggerin burry ora bender the drum, he dicked a rye, who penned, "If tute'll jaw to the ker and hatch minni's juckal ta mandy, mi'll del tute a pash-korauna." So he got a waver chavo to rikker the trushnee for pash the wongur, whilst he jalled for the juckal. So he lelled it.

Suddenly a wave of tenderness swept over her. She held his chubby face up to hers and said fervently: "Tommy, do you love me?" "Yes," said Tommy, with a reproachful eye on the duck. "Yes; I yuv to yuv. I don't yuv to tiss, though!" "But me, Tommy, me. Do you love me?" "Yes," he answered gravely, "dollar an' a half." "Whose little boy are you?" "Yuvey's 'e boy."

I's Timfy's dirl." "But you're too little to go away with Timothy." "Ven I ky an keam an kick an hold my bwef I s'ow you how!" "No, you needn't show me how," said Vilda hastily. "Who do you love best, deary, Samanthy or me?" "I yuv Timfy bet. Lemme twy rit-man-poor-man-bedder-man-fief on your buckalins, pease." "Then you'll stay here and be my little girl, will you?"

So they jalled sar-sigan kett'nus, an' rakkered, "Sarshan!" ta yeck chairus. An' dovo raklo didn't jin what juva kaumed lester ferridirus, or kun yuv kaumed ye ferridirus, so sar the shtor besht-a-lay sum, at the habbenescro, and yuv del len habben an' levinor.

Yeckorus a tano mush kaired his cammoben ta trin juvas kett'nus an' kek o' the trin jinned yuv sus a pirryin' ye waver dui. An 'covo raklo jivved adree a bitti tan pash the rikkorus side o' the boro lun panni, an' yeck ratti sar the chais welled shikri kett'nus a lester, an' kek o' the geeris jinned the wavers san lullerin adoi.

There are always two sides to a prediction. And yuv pookered, "Mandy chored it from a biksherro of a pigeon." Then he jalled a-men the pigeons an' penned, "Sarishan, pals?" And they putched lesti, "Where did tute lel akovo kauli rokamyas te byascros?" And yuv penned, "Mandy chored 'em from those wafri mushis the rookuses."