"Ye'd make the devil himself nervous, a-reghardin' one so like a object o' suspicion.

Mind ye, I'm goin' to take it out.

There's nothin' at all whativver in that ijee of stickin' it with a straw.
Moreover, these straws is shameful." The others watched him eagerly as he removed the hot tin from the oven and set it upon the bare table.
"I'm thinkin' it looks a bit dumpish midships, Ned," said Battersleigh dubiously.

"But there's one thing shure, ye'll find all the apples in it, for I've watched the stove door meself, and there's been no possibility fer them to escape.

And of course ye'll not forgit that the apples is the main thing in an apple pie.