Eh, Paul ?" "You have spoken, Peter," said the other twin, very slowly, "like a printed book.

Let Tamsin speak her mind about et." The girl came forward from the fireplace, and Mr.Fogo, as he stole a glance at her, could see that her eyes were red.
"What do 'ee say, Tamsin?
Must we let Kit's House, or shall we leave th' ould place an' go an' make a leddy of 'ee ?" Tamsin's reply was to fall on her knees before the speaker and break into a fit of weeping.
"Don't ask me, don't ask me! I don't want to be a lady, an' I _won't_ leave you.

Don't ask me, my dear, dear brothers!" Peter stroked the dark head buried in his lap, while Paul blew his nose violently in a yellow bandanna, and replied to Mr.Fogo.
"Very well, sir, so be et.

There's the key of Kit's House yonder on the nail.

Ef you likes to look over the place, one of us will follow you presently, and then, supposin' et to be to your likin', us can talk over terms.".