I am here, too, quite _a_lon; but my friend, she wait outside the churchyard, by-side the leetle river, for she must not think I know you--so I am come _a_lon.' 'You're a quarter late, and I lost a fight by you, old girl, this morning,' said the gay man, and spat on the ground; 'and I wish you would not call me Diddle.

I'll call you Granny if you do.' 'Eh bien! _Dud,_ then.

She is vary nice--wat you like.

Slim waist, wite teeth, vary nice eyes--dark--wat you say is best--and nice leetle foot and ankle.' Madame smiled leeringly.
Dud smoked on.
'Go on,' said Dud, with a nod of command.
'I am teach her to sing and play--she has such sweet voice! There was another interval here.
'Well, that isn't much good.

I hate women's screechin' about fairies and flowers.