But I am.

Leastwise the Bantam is.

I tell you, young gentleman, the Bantam saw't! It's no moral use whatever your denyin' that ev'dence.

And where's the good, sir, I ask?
What comes of 't?
Whether it be you, or whether it be Tom Bakewell--ain't all one?
If I holds back, ain't it sim'lar?
It's the trewth I want! And here't comes," added the farmer, as Miss Lucy ushered in the Bantam, who presented a curious figure for that rare divinity to enliven..