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"Ha! ha-a!" laughed Sam through a mouthful of pie-crust. "Ho! ho!" cried the old woman, with a look of surprise, "yous bery brav boy, I dessay, but if dem roberts doos kum back, you soon laugh on wrong side ob de mout', for dey screw yous limbses off, an' ho! skrunch yous teeth hout, an' roast you 'live, so you better heat w'at yous can an' go hof fast as you couldn't."

"My turn came ten years ago, and it may come again." "And yo'll knaw then what good it doos ta-alkin'." He paused, listening. "They've coom," he said. There was a sound of scuffling on the stone floor below and on the stairs. Mrs. Gale's voice was heard out on the landing, calling to the men. "Easy with un easy. Mind t' lamp. Eh yo'll never get un oop that road. Yo mun coax un round corner."

"There was above a pint and a half in it when you began, and now there's barely one cup-full between the two of them. An't you ashamed of yourself now, you greedy old devil?" "It doos go right, I swon!" was the only reply that could be got out of him.

"Do you feed your horse on oats, much?" inquired Caleb, gravely, after a long and observant silence. "No, Sir, we darsn't give him no oats, 'cause he'd be sure to run away; doos sometimes, as it is." "I don't think you need fear it to-day," replied Caleb, quietly, as he settled himself into the corner, in the vain hope of a nap; but Youth was now loquaciously inclined.

"'Twas kind o' sudden," said the news-bringer, who was Joe Bartlett; "he was took all to once and jes' dropped like a ripe chestnut." "Why, like a ripe chestnut?" said Mrs. Starling sharply. "Wall, I had to say suthin', and that come first. The Scripter doos speak of a shock o' corn in his season, don't it, Mis' Starling?" "What's the likeness between a shock o' corn and a chestnut, Joe?

"I've knowed the time, boys, when sech an incident as this, on the briny deep, would have fairly keeled me over, an made me moot, an riz every har o' my head; but look at me now. Do I tremble? do I shake? Here, feel my pulse." Phil, who stood nearest, put his finger on the outstretched wrist of the captain. "Doos it beat?" "No," said Phil. "Course it beats; but then it ony beats nateral.

I have gote here a leetle somme I doos note want. If you takes him note, I peetch him avays peetch him avays, vraiment!" And he handed me a little roll of banknotes, which I subsequently found to contain a hundred pounds. It was, as I say, of no use my trying to get him to take them back; he would have no denial: he absolutely got offended with me when I persisted in my refusal. "Non!" he said.

That's the leak in the bar'l, an times won't git no better till that's plugged naow, I tell yew." "If't comes to pluggin leaks ye kin look nigher hum nor Bosting," observed Abner. "I hearn ez Squire Woodbridge giv fifty pound lawful fer that sorter tune box ez he'z get fer his gal, an they doos say ez them cheers o' Squire Sedgwick's cos twenty pound lawful in the old kentry."

"This man," said the chef, indicating Fane, "says you can tell moa lies to the square inch than any man out o' Boston." "Doos he?" asked the shoeman, turning with a pair of high-heeled bronze slippers in his hand from the wagon. "Well, now, if I stood as nea' to him as you do, I believe I sh'd hit him."

"I just got to the Middlemount last night," she said, "and I wanted to see you and your payrents, both, Miss Claxon. It doos bring him back so! You won't neva know how much he thought of you, and you'll all think I'm crazy. I wouldn't come as long as he was with me, and now I have to come without him; I held out ag'inst him as long as I had him to hold out ag'inst.