Where Gladys is, you're seure to be pretty near.

She's a good sort of young 'ooman enough, but you have no call to be for ever hunting after her.' 'I don't see why I shouldn't if I like.

It doesn't hurt anybody, and is only kind to her.' 'But I don't cheuse her to be thinking you're going to make love to her, and by-and-by, perhaps, expecting to--there's no knowing what young 'oomen may expect.' 'She isn't one to expect very much, and I am sure she doesn't take any liberties with any one, or go beyond her place.' 'Treue for you there; but that's no fault of yours.

You don't take notice of any other female that I see, and seure you eused to make love to them all in turns.' 'I don't see any girl half as good as Gladys, or worthy to light a candle to her, that's why I have given them all up.' 'Name o' goodness what for?
If you are going to make a fool of yourself about her, I'll soon send her away, and stop that anyhow.' 'You may save yourself the trouble, father, for I am going away myself.
I can't be a land-lubber any longer, and I won't, so I shall look out for a ship, pretty soon.' 'All because that girl came here to bother us.

Deet to goodness, them Irishers have been the plagues of my life ever since I married.' 'But she's Welsh, father, and you said so yourself.' 'She's a mongrel, and no good ever came out of them.' 'She saved mother's life, anyhow.' This reflection posed the worthy farmer.