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'I dud an' I dudna, says he. An' wuth thot he tells them the whole upshot, an' Albert puts on hus shoe, an' they go wuth the munuster an' are married proper an' lawful, an' oz Albert Mahan says afterward mony's the time, ''Tus no every mon thot hoz two weddun' nights on Island McGill." Six months later Eddie Troy came home and was promptly remarried.
"'I was goin' by the shup's lights, says I, 'an' I dudna touch the shup, thot I know. "'But ye dud touch the lighter, says he. 'Ye smashed her. There's a thousand dollars' domage done, an' I'll see ye pay for ut.
"'We smashed thot lighter, says he, comun' up the lodder tull the brudge an' the pilot stondun' there wuth his ears cocked tull hear. "'What lighter? says I. "'Thot lighter alongside the shup, says the mate. "'I dudna see no lighter, says I, and wuth thot I steps on hus fut guid an' hard.
That's better nor blackberries, I'm thinking," and she handed him a bowl of tea with a slice of buttered toast. Robin postman took the proffered tea, put his dripping hat on the ground, and thanked Jemima cook. "But I dudna jist know how it'll be," said he; "only it do pour so tarnation heavy." Which among us, O my readers, could have withstood that temptation?
"Come in, Robin postman, and warm theeself awhile," said Jemima the cook, pushing a stool a little to one side, but still well in front of the big kitchen fire. "Well, I dudna jist know how it'll be. The wery 'edges 'as eyes and tells on me in Silverbridge, if I so much as stops to pick a blackberry." "There bain't no hedges here, mon, nor yet no blackberries; so sit thee down and warm theeself.
An' ot the door dudna her Aunt Fannie, her mother's suster, turn an' say loud for all tull hear: 'What for wull she be wantun' tull murder the wee thing? The munuster heard fine, an' dudna like ut, but, oz he told my Larry afterward, what could he do? Ut was the woman's wush, an' there was no law again' a mother callun' her child accordun' tull her wush. "An' then was there no the third Samuel?
An' when he was lost ot sea off the Cape, dudna she break all laws o' nature tull hov a fourth? She was forty-seven, I'm tellun' ye, an' she hod a child ot forty-seven. Thunk on ut! Ot forty-seven! Ut was fair scand'lous."
She was takin' watter freely an' I was no sure o' number one. I dudna like the look o' ut, an' I was fuggerin' maybe tull heave to tull the marn, when she took ut over abaft the brudge. My word, she was a bug one. We got a but of ut ourselves on the brudge. I dudna miss the mate ot the first, what o' routin' out Chips an' bulkheadun' thot door an' stretchun' the tarpaulin over the sky-light.
"An' next marnun', just uz I'm after dressun', the steward says, 'A mon tull see ye, sir. 'Fetch hum un, says I. An' un he come. 'Sut down, says I. An' he sot down. "He was the owner of the lighter, an' when he hod told hus story, I says, 'I dudna see ony lighter. "'What, mon? says he. 'No see a two-hundred-ton lighter, bug oz a house, alongside thot shup?
Dudna her neighbours' an' all kuth an' kun savun' them thot luv'd un the house wuth her, get up an' walk out ot the christenun' of the second hum thot was cooked? Thot they dud, an' ot the very moment the munuster asked what would the bairn's name be. 'Samuel, says she; an' wuth thot they got up an' walked out an' left the house.
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