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To put the matter briefly, the forged letters present the marked peculiarities of Logan’s orthography, noted by the witnesses in 1609. But they also contain many peculiarities of spelling which are not Logan’s, but are Sprot’s. The very dotting of the ‘i’s’ is Sprot’s, not Logan’s. The long ‘s’ of Logan is heavily and clumsily imitated.

"Oh, I’s only waitin’ till Marster William gets a little used to his room afore I axes him how he likes it and does he want anything." Accordingly, not long after, Aunt Katy stole upstairs and opening the door called out, "Ho, Marster William, does you want anything, and is you got enough kiver?"

"Judy, s’pose you dress Jimmy this morning! I want Topeka to help me get breakfast." "Yessum," said Judith, dutifully. "Is he to have his face washed?" "He certainly is, Judy. I’s ashamed to have you ask such a question. ’Ain’t you all been brought up to have your faces washed?" But young Judith seemed disinclined to take up this phase of family superiority.

"I’s tryin’ to find Miss Crane’s boardin’ house." "Oh, yes; wall, it’s up t’other way. You jist turn that old rackerbone of your’n straight round and turn down that ar street, whar you see that steeple, and, the fust house on the corner is Miss Crane’s. But say, is you and that ar quadruped jist out of the ark?"

Thornton who had hesitated about signing. "He’ll sign," said Mr. Middleton. "I’s thar after you was, and he told me you might put down five for him. I pay for two on ’em. He lives on my premises; and if he doesn’t pay up for t’other three, why, he’ll jog, that’s all." Mr. Wilmot said he hoped no one would send to school against their wishes. "Lord, no," rejoined Mr.

Will you take this reservoir to be your husband, and will you promise to be unto him a fetcher of slippers, a dotter of I’s and crosser of T’s and a copier and condenser of manuscripts; until death doth you part? I will. They spend their honeymoon in Rome, and on page 211 of Vol.

"Dun know; hain’t nothing to sell ’cept my t’other hat and a bushel of hickory-nuts," answered Bob; "but I reckon how marster ax about five hundred, ’case I’s right spry when I hain’t got the rheumatiz." "Got the rheumatiz, have you, Bob? Where?" "In my belly, sar," answered Bob. Here the young men burst into a loud laugh, and Raymond said, "Five hundred is cheap, Bob; I’ll give more than that."