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To which Aunt M'riar as a sort of Greek chorus added: "There, Davy, now, you be a good boy, and tell how old Mrs. Marrowbone is." Dave considered. "She's not the soyme oyge," said he. "She can walk to chutch and back, Sunday morning." But this was a judgment from physical vigour, possibly a fallible guide. Dave, being prompted, attempted description. Old Mrs.
"It's the soyme soyze," was the verdict, given without hesitation. What colour were her eyes? "Soyme as yours." But Dave was destined to incur public censure Aunt M'riar representing the public for a private adventure into description. "She's more teef than you," said he candidly. "Well, now, I do declare if ever any little boy was so rude! I never did!
Dave jumped at the opportunity of showing that he had profited by résumés of this subject with his hostess. "Because they were the soyme oyge," said he. "Loyke me and Dolly. We aren't the soyme oyge, me and Dolly." That is to say, he and Dolly were an example of persons whose relative ages came into court. Their classification differed, but that was a detail.
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