I sez to ma, Now ma, sez I, you'd better go to Mrs.
Kingfisher's ball.

Law, pa, sez she, I reckon 'twill be so werry hot to Mrs.Kingfisher's that I'd better stay to home, sez she.

So she staid.
Well, 'tis dreadful hot, Mrs.Newt.

I'm all in a muck.

As I was a-puttin' on my coat, I sez, Now, ma, sez I, I hate to wear that coat, sez I.
A man does git so nasty sweaty in a great, thick coat, sez I.Whew! I'm all sticky." And Mr.Van Boozenberg worked himself in his garments and stretched his arms to refresh himself.
Mrs.Boniface Newt, to whom he made this oration, had been taught by her husband that Mr.Van Boozenberg was an oaf, but an oaf whose noise was to be listened to with the utmost patience and respect.