But, as things go, 'twould seem like takin' an advantage." "Not at all." "'Tis very kind o' you to say so, to be sure." Old Zeb picked up his pipe again.

"An' now, friends, that this little bit of onpleasantness have a-blown over, doin' ekal credit to both parties this New Year's-eve, after the native British fashion o' fair-play (as why shu'd it not ?), I agree we be conformable to the pleasant season an' let harmony prevail--" "Why, man," interrupted Prudy, "you niver gave no answer at all.

'Far as I could see you've done naught but fidget like an angletwitch and look fifty ways for Sunday." "'Twas the roundaboutest, dodge-my-eyedest, hole-an'-cornerdest bit of a chap's mind as iver I heard given," pronounced the traitorous Oke.
"Oke--Oke," Old Zeb exclaimed, "all you know 'pon the fiddle I taught 'ee!" Said Prudy--"That's like what the chap said when the donkey kicked en.
''Taint the stummick that I do vally,' he said, ''tis the cussed ongratefulness o' the jackass.'" "I'm still waiting," repeated the stranger.
"Well, then"-- Old Zeb cast a rancorous look around--"I'll tell 'ee, since you'm so set 'pon hearin'.

Afore you came in, the good folks here present was for drummin' you out o' the country.

'Shockin' behayviour!' 'Aw, very shockin' indeed!' was the words I heerd flyin' about, an' 'Who'll make en sensible o't ?' an' 'We'll give en what-for.' 'A silent tongue makes a wise head,' said I, an' o' this I call Uncle Issy here to witness." Uncle Issy corroborated.