Well, the fust time I went to lord's party, I thought it was another brag agin; I never see nothin' like it.

Heavens and airth, I most jumpt out o' my skin.

Where onder the sun, sais I to myself, did he rake and scrape together such super-superior galls as these.

This party is a kind o' consarvitory, he has got all the raree plants and sweetest roses in England here, and must have ransacked the whole country for 'em.

Knowin' I was a judge of woman kind, he wants me to think they are all this way; but it's onpossible.