We both agree she ought to be a leddy--not but what she's a better gal than tens o' thousands o' leddies--an' more than once we've offered to get her larnt the pi-anner an' callysthenics, an' the use o' globes, an' all such things which we knows to be usual in gran' sussiety; on'y she sticks to et to bide along wi' we.
God bless her! I say, an' a rough life et must be for her." Tamsin turned away towards the fireplace, and became very busy among the pot-hooks and hangers.

Her brother pulled out a red handkerchief--a fellow to the one around his neck--mopped his face and proceeded-- "Well, as I was a-saying, seein' she was bent on bein' wi' us, Paul and me allowed to each other that we'd set up in fine style at Kit's House, so as not to rob her of what es her doo: that es to say--one of us wou'd live down there wi' a car'ge and pair o' hosses, and cut a swell wi' dinner parties an' what-not, while the other bided here an' tilled 'taties, turn and turn about.

But she wudn' hear o' that, neither.

She's a terrible stubborn gal, bless her!" "We shou'd ha' been slow at larnin' the ropes, just at fust," he resumed after a moment's silence, "not bein' scholards, partikler at the use o' globes, which I _have_ heerd es diffycult, though very entertainin' in company when you knows how 'tes done.

But we was ready to try a hand--on'y she wudn' have et, an' so et has gone on.
But, beggin' your pardon, sir, and hopin' no offence, she shall give her answer afore 'tes too late.