But thee must keep it bit langer, I reckon.

Her baint coom, Maister Ziderpress.

Whatt'e mak of that now ?" "Do you mean to say that Uncle Ben has not arrived yet, Betty ?" "Raived! I knaws nout about that, whuther a hath of noo.

Only I tell 'e, her baint coom.

Rackon them Dooneses hath gat 'un." And Betty, who hated Uncle Ben, because he never gave her a groat, and she was not allowed to dine with him, I am sorry to say that Betty Muxworthy grinned all across, and poked me again with the greasy saucepan cover.