Ha'nted they _do_ say.

By the way, I niver axed 'ee whether you minded ghostes ?" "Ghosts ?" "Iss, ghostes.

This 'ere place was a Lazarus one time, where they kept leppards." "Leopards?
How very singular!" murmured Mr.Fogo.
"Ay, leppards as white as snow, as the sayin' goes." "Oh, I see," said Mr.Fogo, suddenly enlightened.

"You mean that this was a Lazar-house." "That's so--a Lazarus.

The leppards used to live there together, and when they died, they was berried at dead o' night down at thicky spit you sees yonder.