That an't bad.

A lively old bedstead, I'll be bound; popilated by lots of wampires, no doubt.
Come! my spirits is a-getting up again.

An uncommon ragged nightcap this.

A very good sign.

We shall do yet! Here, Jane, my dear,' calling down the stairs, 'bring up that there hot tumbler for my master as was a-mixing when I come in.