He sat like a rock.
"If they was dumplins," moaned Mrs.Sumfit, "not four, no, nor five, 'd do till enough you'd had, and here we might stick to our chairs, but you'd go on and on; you know you would." "That's eatin', marm;" Master Gammon condescended to explain the nature of his habits.

"I'm reg'lar in my drinkin'." Mrs.Sumfit smote her hands together.

"O Lord, Mas' Gammon, the wearisomest old man I ever come across is you.

More tea's in the pot, and it ain't watery, and you won't be comfortable.

May you get forgiveness from above! is all I say, and I say no more.