Chew your cud upon that now." "What does she mane ?" asked Ned, looking on her with a baleful glance, in which might be read equal ferocity and alarm.

"Why, traichery, of coorse," replied Philip, in his deep, glowing voice.

"Kate," said her husband, starting into something' like an incipient fit of fury, but suddenly checking himself--"Kate, my honey, what do you mane by them words ?" "What do I mane by them words ?" she exclaimed, with an eye which turned on him with cool defiance; "pick that out o' your larnin', Bat, my pet.
You can all keep your saicrets; an' I'll let you know that I can keep mine." "Be the Holy St.Lucifer," said her husband, "if I wanst thought that traichery 'ud enter your head, I'd take good care that it's in hell you'd waken some fine mornin' afore long.

So mind yourself, Kate, my honey." "Are you in nobody else's power but mine ?" she replied, "ax yourselves that--an' now do you mind yourself, Bat, my pet, and all o' yez." "What is the raison," asked her husband, "that I see you an' Nanny Peety colloguin' an' huggermuggerin' so often together of late ?" "Ah," she replied, with a toss of disdain, "what a manly fellow you are to want to get into women's saicrets! you may save your breath though." "Whatever you collogue about, all I say is, that I don't like a bone in the same Nanny Peety's body.

She has an eye in her head that looks as if it knew one's thoughts." "An' maybe it does.