If she cares for him she'll take him: if not, they're all the luckier, both of 'em.' 'What's the tailor's name ?' said Mrs.Mel.
'You are a woman,' returned Old Tom.

'Now, come, ma'am, don't you feel ashamed of being in a donkeycart ?' 'I 'm ashamed of men, sometimes,' said Mrs.Mel; 'never of animals.' ''Shamed o' me, perhaps.' 'I don't know you.' 'Ha! well! I'm a man with no pretences.

Do you like 'em?
How have you brought up your three girls and one boy?
No pretences--eh ?' Mrs.Mel did not answer, and Old Tom jogged the reins and chuckled, and asked his donkey if he wanted to be a racer.
'Should you take me for a gentleman, ma'am ?' 'I dare say you are, sir, at heart.

Not from your manner of speech.' 'I mean appearances, ma'am.' 'I judge by the disposition.' 'You do, ma'am?
Then, deuce take it, if you are a woman, you 're -- ---' Old Tom had no time to conclude.
A great noise of wheels, and a horn blown, caused them both to turn their heads, and they beheld a curricle descending upon them vehemently, and a fashionably attired young gentleman straining with all his might at the reins.

The next instant they were rolling on the bank.