"I wish I'd staid out of matrimony, and then maybe I could iver have a cint of me own.

You ought to be glad you haven't a woman to consume ivery penny you earn before it reaches your pockets, Dannie Micnoun." "I hae never seen Mary consume much but calico and food," Dannie said dryly.
"Oh, it ain't so much what a woman really spinds," said Jimmy, peevishly, as he shoved the money into his pocket, and pulled on his mittens.

"It's what you know she would spind if she had the chance." "I dinna think ye'll break up on that," laughed Dannie.
And that was what Jimmy wanted.

So long as he could set Dannie laughing, he could mold him.
"No, but I'll break down," lamented Jimmy in sore self-pity, as he remembered the quarter sacred to the purchase of the milk pail.
"Ye go on, and hurry," urged Dannie.

"If ye dinna start home by seven, I'll be combing the drifts fra ye before morning." "Anything I can do for you ?" asked Jimmy, tightening his old red neck scarf.
"Yes," answered Dannie.