I came to make me fortune.

An' I've made it.

An' I confiss to ye with contrition, Ned, me dear boy, I'm Cubberd Allen Wiggit-Galt, Etcetera !" After his fashion Franklin sat silent, waiting for the other's speech.
"Ned," said Battersleigh at length, "till me, who's the people of the intire worrld that has the most serane belief in their own shupayriority ?" "New-Yorkers," said Franklin calmly.
"Wrong.

Ye mustn't joke, me boy.

No.