She's a gay good-lookin female, that I'll confess to, but study her; look at her curls, Davy, an her paint, an her nakedness.

For shame, madam! Goo hide that neck o' yourn, goo hide it, I say! An her faldaddles, an her jewles, an her ribbons.

Is that a woman--a French hizzy like that--to get a King out o' trooble, wha's awready lost aw t' wits he wor born wi ?' And with sparkling eyes and outstretched arm 'Lias pointed sternly into vacancy.

Thrilled with involuntary awe the boy and girl looked round them.

For, in spite of herself, Louie had come closer, little by little, and was now sitting cross-legged in front of 'Lias.