Gal-like! While she's with me she shall be taught things use'l.

She can parley-voo a good 'un and foot it, as it goes; been in France a couple of year.

I prefer the singin' of 't to the talkin' of 't.

Come, Luce! toon up--eh ?--Ye wun't?
That song abort the Viffendeer--a female"-- Farmer Blaize volunteered the translation of the title--"who wears the--you guess what! and marches along with the French sojers: a pretty brazen bit o' goods, I sh'd fancy." Mademoiselle Lucy corrected her uncle's French, but objected to do more.
The handsome cross boy had almost taken away her voice for speech, as it was, and sing in his company she could not; so she stood, a hand on her uncle's chair to stay herself from falling, while she wriggled a dozen various shapes of refusal, and shook her head at the farmer with fixed eyes.
"Aha!" laughed the farmer, dismissing her, "they soon learn the difference 'twixt the young 'un and the old 'un.

Go along, Luce! and learn yer lessons for to-morrow." Reluctantly the daughter of the Royal Navy glided away.