I have promised Mary to top the onions and bury the cilery, and murder the bates." "Do what wi' the beets ?" inquired the puzzled Dannie.
"Kill thim! Kill thim stone dead.

I'm too tinder-hearted to be burying anything but a dead bate, Dannie.

That's a thousand years old, but laugh, like I knew you would, old Ramphirinkus! No, thank you, I don't go to town!" Then Dannie was scared.

"He's going to be dreadfully seek or go mad," he said.
So he drove to the village, sold the pumpkins, filled Mary's order for groceries, and then went to the doctor, and told him of Jimmy's latest developments.
"It is the drink," said that worthy disciple of Esculapius.

"It's the drink! In time it makes a fool sodden and a bright man mad.