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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Well, you may say what you like, only be sure you say what's true. An' then you'll have to take some nice things as I'll get for her from time to time w'en I comes ashore. But there'll be difficulties, I doubt, in the way of gettin' her to take wittles w'en she don't know who they comes from." "Oh, don't you bother your head about that," said Pat. "I'll manage it. I'm used to difficulties.
I don't hold wi' ladies no, nor passons neither not when it comes to meddlin' wi' your wittles, an' dictatin' to yer about forgivin' them as ha' got the better ov yer. That young lady there, what do she matter? That sort's allus gaddin' about? What'll she keer about us when she's got 'er fine husband? Here o' Saturday, gone o' Monday that's what she is. Now Jimmy Gedge, yer kin allus count on 'im.
If any doubters of these truths had witnessed the Professor and his friends at breakfast that morning on the Grand Plateau, they must have infallibly been convinced. "What a gourmand he is!" whispered Lewis to the Captain, in reference to the man of science, "and such a genial outflow of wit to correspond with his amazing indraught of wittles."
"Till seven we walk around the yard, There is a man all to you guard. If you put your hand out so, Untoe the guv'nor you must go; Eight o'clock is our breakfast hour, Those wittles they do soon devour; Oh! dear me, how they eat and stuff, Lave off with less than half enough. Nine o'clock you mount the mill, That you mayn't cramp from settin' still.
"Well, I got 'em," replied Willie in a meditative tone, "from a friend of mine a very partikler friend o' mine as declines to let me mention his name, so you'll have to be satisfied with the wittles and without the name of the wirtuous giver. P'r'aps it was a dook, or a squire, or a archbishop as did it. Anyway his name warn't Walker. See now, you've bin an' woke up the fairy."
Pop says I darsen't bring 'em home." "What you can't learn in school, you can do without," Tillie's father had said. "When you're home you'll work fur your wittles."
Wittles what do you laugh at? Oh, don't they? Don't women know what friendship is? Upon my life, you've a nice opinion of us! Oh yes, we can we can look outside of our own fenders, Mr. Caudle. And if we can't, it's all the better for our families. A blessed thing it would be for their wives and children if men couldn't either.
Just you leave it to me, an' it'll be all right." "Well, I will, Pat; so you'll come round with me to the old furnitur' shop in Yarmouth, an' fetch the chair. I got it awful cheap from the old chap as keeps the shop w'en I told him what it was for. Then you'll bring it out to Eve, an' try to git her to have a ride in it to-day, if you can. I'll see about the wittles arter.
Yes," continued Gillie, slowly, as if he were musing, "she's failed in love with wittles, an' it's by no means a misplaced affection. It would be well for the Count if he could fall in the same direction. Did you ever look steadily at the Count, Susan?" "I can't say I ever did; at least not more so than at other people. Why?"
"Massa," returned Quashy, as they mounted, "I's done up to dat extent, an' so hungry, I could sleep on prickly pears, an' heat my wittles raw." In this condition of body and mind they galloped back to camp, and took particular care that the horses should not again stray.
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