It's been nothin' but a rowdadow the whole time, and you hain't grit enough to stop it.

Madam boxes Willie, and undertakes to shet him up for a lie he never told; Miss Margaret interferes jest as she or'to, takes Willie away, and shets up madam; while that ill-marnered Lenora jumps and screeches loud enough to wake the dead.
Madam busts the door down, and pitches into the varmint, who jumps spang over a four-foot table, which Lord knows _I_ never could have done in my spryest days." "But how can I help all this ?" asked Mr.Hamilton.
"Help it ?" returned Polly.

"You needn't have got into the fire in the fust place.

I hain't lived fifty-odd year for nothin', and though I hain't no larnin', I know too much to heave myself away on the fust nussin' woman that comes along." "Stop, Polly; you must not speak so of Mrs.Hamilton," said Mr.
Hamilton; while Polly continued: "And I wouldn't nuther, if she could hold a candle to the t'other one; but she can't.

You'd no business to marry a second time, even if you didn't marry a nuss; neither has any man who's got grow'd-up gals, and a faithful critter like Polly in the kitchen.