I've been before the bench, at one place and t'other, heaps of times, and paid the fine for trespass.

Last time the chairman said to I, "So you be here again, Oby; we hear a good deal about you." I says, "Yes, my lard, I be here agen, but people never don't hear nothing about _you_." That shut the old duffer up.

Nobody never heard nothing of he, except at rent-audit.
'However, they all knows me now--my lard and the steward, and the keeper and the bailies, and the farmers; and they don't take half the notice of I as they used to.

The keeper he don't dare, nor the policeman as I telled you, and the rest be got used to me and my ways.

And I does very well one week with t'other.