There's nuthin' in it, Joe, as yer said, an' besides, the Push is waitin' for yer.
"Of course, there's no 'arm in yer comin' 'ere ter see the kid, but I 'ope yer won't stand in Ada's way w'en she gits a chance.

There's Tom Mullins, that was after Ada before she ever took up wi' yous.

Only last week 'e told Mrs Jones 'e'd take Ada, kid an' all, if he got the chance.

I know yous don't want a wife, but yer shouldn't 'inder others as do." "Yer talkin' through yer neck," cried Jonah, losing his temper.
"Suppose I tell yer that the kid's done the trick, an' I want ter git married, an' bring 'im up respectable ?" The old woman was silent, but a wonderful smile lit up her face.
"Yer've got a lot ter say about the feelin's.

Suppose I tell yer there's somethin' in me trembles w'en I touch this kid?
I felt like a damned fool at first, but I'm gittin' used to it." "That's yer own flesh an' blood a-callin' yer, Joe," cried Mrs Yabsley, in ecstasy--"the sweetest cry on Gawd's earth, for it goes to yer very marrer." "That's true," said Jonah, sadly; "an' 'e's the only relation I've got in the wide world, as far as I know.