Give the warder sixpence, if you've got it, and send me some water.

Then go to Will McCormick, and after that to my father." Michael shook his head dolefully.
"Mr.McCormick's aisy--oh, aisy enough," he said.

"He'll lep up at the idea of defendin' you, but I'm not takin' pleasure in goin' to Miles Calhoun, for he's a hard man these days.

Aw, Mr.Dyck, he's had a lot of trouble.

Things has been goin' wrong with Playmore.