No, Richards, mark my words, Maryhann will never marry." "`It may be so, Jemimar, says I, Did you speak, sir?" said the coachman, turning sharp round on hearing Will utter an exclamation of surprise. "Is your wife's name Jemima?" "Yes, it is; d'you 'appen to know her, too?" "Well, I think I do, if she is the same person who used to attend upon Mrs Osten a tall and thin and and somewhat "
"An' a 'appy deliverance from these 'orrible countries," added Maryann. "I agree with you, Maryhann," said Jemima, draining her cup to the dregs in honour of the toast. But how did Larry and his friends spend that last night of the year in the far-off golden land?
To which Jemima was wont to reply, with much earnestness for she was a sympathetic soul, though stiff, thin, and angular "You don't say so, Maryhann! P'raps it's pains." Whereupon Maryann would deny that pains had anything to do with it, and Jemima would opine that it was, "koorious, to say the least of it." No, as we have said, Baby Will would not laugh at everything.
"Get married!" exclaimed Larry, Jemima, and Richards in the same breath. "Yes, get married," replied Maryann, very full of the importance of her keyhole discoveries, and not willing to make them known too readily. "How did you come to know that, Maryhann?" asked Jemima; "are you sure of it?"
There's somethink mysterious about it, I think, for Missis Hosten she won't speak to Marryhann on the subjec', an' all she knows about it is that the lawyer says there's an estate somewheres in furrin parts as needs lookin' arter. The lawyer didn't say that to Maryhann, sir, of course, but she's got a 'abit of hairin' 'er ears at key'oles an' over'ears things now an' then."
"This I said, detummind to put a good fase on the matter: and because in herly times I'd reseaved a great deal of kindniss from the hold lady, which I should be a roag to forgit. She paid for my schooling; she got up my fine linning gratis; shes given me many & many a lb; and manys the time in appy appy days when me and Maryhann has taken tea.
"Maryhann," said Jemima, solemnly, "I don't believe there's no such things as cannibals." "No more do I, Jemimar did you speak, Mr Richards?" inquired Maryann, with a sudden assumption of dignity.
"I quite agree with you, Maryhann," said Jemima, who indeed always agreed with any proposition her friend chose to put forth; "an' I 'old that it is contrairy to 'uman reason to imagin such beastliness, much less to do it."