Ye can't fool old Martha, none o' you young people kin.

Ye think I go round with my eyelids sewed up.
Miss Jane knows what she wants--she's proud, and so are you; I never knew a Cobden nor a Cavendish that warn't.

I haven't a word to say--it'll be a good match when it comes off.

Where's that Meg?
Good-by, doctor.

I won't keep ye a minute longer from MISS Gossaway.
I'm sorry it ain't her tongue, but if it's only her throat she may get over it.