Cuss the rooks! I'll pyson them, and that won't make no noise.
"She shows me the consarvitery.

'Take care, Sir, your coat has caught this geranium,' and she onhitches it.

'Stop, Sir, you'll break this jilly flower,' and she lifts off the coat tail agin; in fact, it's so crowded, you can't squeeze along, scarcely, without a doin' of mischief somewhere or another.
"Next time, she goes first, and then it's my turn, 'Stop, Miss,' sais I, 'your frock has this rose tree over,' and I loosens it; once more, 'Miss, this rose has got tangled,' and I ontangles it from her furbeloes.
"I wonder what makes my hand shake so, and my heart it bumps so, it has bust a button off.

If I stay in this consarvitery, I shan't consarve myself long, that's a fact, for this gall has put her whole team on, and is a runnin' me off the road.

'Hullo! what's that?
Bell for dressin' for dinner.' Thank Heavens! I shall escape from myself, and from this beautiful critter, too, for I'm gettin' spoony, and shall talk silly presently.
"I don't like to be left alone with a gall, it's plaguy apt to set me a soft sawderin' and a courtin'.