Yon's for mesell and t' childer." "My excellent hostess, mistake me not.

I do not aspire to such lofty pot-luck.

I simply referred to it as a proof of your admirable culinary powers." "Yon's beeg words.

What 'll ye hev te ate ?" "A fish like that upon your sign-post, madam, or at least the upper half of him; and three dozen oysters just out of the sea, swimming in their own juice, with lovely melted butter." "Young mon, hast tha gotten t' brass?
Them 'at ates offens forgets t' reck'nin'." "Yes, madam, I have the needful in abundance.

Ecce signum! Which is Latin, madam, for the stamps of the king upon twenty guineas.