Johnny, I am sure a'most that she is in her love-time.

She crieth at night, which is nobody's business; the strings of her night-cap run out of their starch; and there looks like a channel on the pillow, though the sharp young hussy turns it upside down.

I shall be upsides with her, if you won't." "Certainly it shall be left to you; you are the one to do it best.

You push her on, and I will stir him up.

I will smuggle some schnapps into his tea to-night, to make him look up bolder; as mild as any milk it is.
When I was taken with your cheeks, Debby, and your bit of money, I was never that long in telling you." "That's true enow, Johnny; you was sarcy.