"It's the dogs," explained Luke, at the door. "They are a-flirtin' the'r tails about. They'll settle down terrectly. What time do you want to rise in the mornin'?" "When you do. I'm no hand to lie in bed." "You'll have to crawl out with the chickens then." "Luke!" Bradley turned at the door. "What is it, John?" "I don't like Wambush's looks." Bradley laughed, with his hand over his mouth.
You know anything I despise is a young man a-flirtin' with every girl he sees, and besides its not what any honest man would do. It's well enough for them 'ere city chaps that thinks no more of their word than eating their supper, to be runnin' arter every piece of calicer they see, but I tell you none of the Spriggins is agoin' to do it." Mrs.