Never say you don't know.
"'So,' sais I, 'they jabber so everlastin' fast, it ain't no easy matter to say what they mean; but it sounds like "good bye," you'd better turn round and make 'em a bow, for they are very polite people, is the French.' "So Steve turns and takes off his hat, and makes them a low bow, and they larfs wus than ever, and calls out again, "La Fossy Your," "La Fossy Your." He was kinder ryled, was the Elder.

His honey had begun to farment, and smell vinegery.

'May be, next Christmas,' sais he, 'you won't larf so loud, when you find the mare is dead.

Goodish and the old mare are jist alike, they are all tongue them critters.

I rather think it's me,' sais he, 'has the right to larf, for I've got the best of this bargain, and no mistake.