If the weather holds back, we'll kill a May fox this year.

But where's the comfort?
All the time to-day 'twas '_Lippety-lop, no peace for the wicked! Lippety-lop, no peace for the wicked!_' I couldn't stand it; I came away.

You'll do it, won't 'ee ?" "Yes, sir." "Is your father at home?
I'll call an' speak to en.

He does me good; but he can't melt what I carry here." He tapped his breast and rising without another word strode off across the sand-hills with his head down and his hands clasped beneath his coat-tails, which flapped in the wind as he went.
Taffy ran and overtook Bill Udy and the mare.
"He's in a wisht poor state, id'n a' ?" said Bill Udy, who was parish clerk.

"Bless 'ee, tidn' no manner of use.