He's an awful old rascal, my boy, but you'll be a worse if you live!" "Now, stop that talk of yours, Madge, and don't go on like a mad woman, or else we shall quarrel; and that I don't want, for I've got something to tell you.

I want your help, old girl!" "Aye, and you'll get it, my pretty boy; though you never tell me aught till you are forced." "Well, I'm going to tell you something now; so keep your ears open.
Madge, where is the girl ?" "Up-stairs." "Where's the man ?" "Outside, in the stable, doing down your horse.

Bend over the fire, and whisper in my ear, lad!" "Madge, old girl," he whispered, as they bent their heads together,--"I've wrote the old man's name where I oughtn't to have done." "What! again!" she answered.

"Three times! For God's sake, mind what you're at, George." "Why," said he, astonished, "did you know I'd done it before ?" "Twice I know of," she said.

"Once last year, and once last month.