Do!" "Very glad," quoth Wilfrid.
"Upon your honour, now ?" "Upon my honour!" "My dears" (Mrs.Chump turned to the ladies), "I'll stop; and just thank your brother for't, though you can't help being garls." Reduced once more to demonstrate like schoolgirls by this woman, the ladies rose together, and were retiring, when Mrs.Chump swung round and caught Arabella's hand.

"See heer," she motioned to Wilfrid.

Arabella made a bitter effort to disengage herself.

"See, now! It's jeal'sy of me, Mr.Wilfrud, becas I'm a widde and just an abom'nation to garls, poor darlin's! And twenty shindies per dime we've been havin', and me such a placable body, if ye'll onnly let m' explode.

I'm all powder, avery bit! and might ha' been christened Saltpetre, if born a boy.