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"'Umph! says Pigunawaya, sezee, 'ain't dis Nancy Jane O, de swif'es'-flyin' bird dey is? sezee; 'wat ail 'long yer, chile? wat yer cryin' 'bout? An' atter Nancy Jane O she up an' tol' 'im, den de frog sez: "'Now look er yer; I wuz er gwine myse'f ter see ef'n I could'n git dat gol'-stone; hit's true I don't stan' much showin' 'long o' birds, but den ef'n eber I gits dar, wy I kin jes jump right in an' fotch up de stone wile de birds is er waitin' fur de crick ter run down.
"But, but there are no more Hugh Blackadders to try for, Tommy?" "That's nothing, there maun be other work o' the same kind. Elspeth, cheer up, I tell you, I'll find a wy!" "But you didna ken yoursel' that you should have got the Hugh Blackadder?" He would not let this depress him. "I ken now," he said. Nevertheless, why he should have got it was a mystery which he longed to fathom. Mr.
"Ye see," said Jamie, who had been counting heads all morning, "there's six shepherds in Glen Urtaeh they're shut up fast; an' there micht hae been a gude half dizen frae Dunleith wy, an' a'm telt there's nae road; an' there's the heich Glen, nae man cud cross the muir the day, an' it's aucht mile round;" and Jamie proceeded to review the Glen in every detail of age, driftiness of road and strength of body, till we arrived at the doctor's cottage, when he had settled on a reduction of fifty through stress of weather.
'Me? After wot's 'appened? 'Oh, I don't mind abaht thet. Thet don't matter ter me if you'll marry me. I fair can't live without yer, Liza won't yer? She groaned. 'Na, I can't, Tom, it wouldn't be right. 'Why, not, if I don't mind? 'Tom, she said, looking down, almost whispering, 'I'm like that you know! 'Wot d'yer mean? She could scarcely utter the words 'I think I'm in the family wy.
'Wy, you don't mean to say you're a-goin' old feller? said Sam Weller to his friend, Mr. John Smauker. 'I must, indeed, said Mr. Smauker; 'I promised Bantam. 'Oh, wery well, said Sam; 'that's another thing. P'raps he'd resign if you disappinted him. You ain't a-goin', Blazes? 'Yes, I am, said the man with the cocked hat.
When he talks to them, he usually looks sideways at them, his cheek pressed hard against his stiff white collar, and suddenly he turns and silently fixes them with a clear stony stare, while he moves the whole skin of his head under his hair; he even has a way of his own in pronouncing many words; he never says, for instance: 'Thank you, Pavel Vasilyitch, or 'This way, if you please, Mihalo Ivanitch, but always 'Fanks, Pa'l 'Asilitch, or ''Is wy, please, Mil' 'Vanitch. With persons of the lower grades of society, his behaviour is still more quaint; he never looks at them at all, and before making known his desires to them, or giving an order, he repeats several times in succession, with a puzzled, far-away air: 'What's your name?... what, what's your name? with extraordinary sharp emphasis on the first word, which gives the phrase a rather close resemblance to the call of a quail.
"Go on, my girl," he said. "If you've got a voice like that, why don't you let somebody hear it?" Her plump ladyship arrived late that night, and her companions were dressed and waiting when she swept into the room like a bat with outstretched wings, crying: "Out o' the wy! Betty Bellman's coming! She's lyte."
'Good-night, Mister Jarsper. Each is turning his own way, when a sharp whistle rends the silence, and the jargon is yelped out: Widdy widdy wen! I ket ches Im out ar ter ten. Widdy widdy wy! Then E don't go then I shy Widdy Widdy Wake-cock warning!
'You can come along of me, an' I'll tike a room in a lodgin' 'ouse in 'Olloway, an' we can live there as if we was married. 'Wot abaht yer work? 'I can get work over the other side as well as I can 'ere. I'm abaht sick of the wy things is goin' on. 'So am I; but I can't leave mother. 'She can come, too. 'Not when I'm not married. I shouldn't like 'er ter know as I'd as I'd gone wrong.
Jess, Jess. . . . "Marget's getting waur an' waur? Ay, ye may say so, though I'll say naething agin her mysel. Of coorse am no on equalty wi' her, especially since she had the bell put up in her hoose. Ou, I hinna seen it mysel, na, I never gang near the hoose, an', as mony a body can tell ye, when I do hae to gang that wy I mak my feet my friend.
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