If old Cran, was to slip off the handle, I think I should make up to her, for she is 'a salt,' that's a fact, a most a heavenly splice.
"Well, the Honourable Cranbery Lot put in for her, won her, and married her.

A good speculation it turned out too, for he got the matter of one hundred thousand of dollars by her, if he got a cent.

As soon as they were fairly welded, off they sot to take the tour of Europe, and they larfed and cried, and kissed and quarrelled, and fit and made up all over the Continent, for her temper was as onsartain as the climate here--rain one minit and sun the next; but more rain nor sun.
"He was a fool, was Cranbery.

He didn't know how to manage her.

His bridle hand warn't good, I tell you.