It's just like you!' 'Nay, nay, Susan,' answered the husband in a soothing tone, 'there's nothin' amiss.

I told Mr.Tryan as we took tea at five punctial; mayhap summat's a detainin' on him.

He's a deal to do, an' to think on, remember.' 'Why, it's struck six i' the kitchen a'ready.

It's nonsense to look for him comin' now.

So you may's well ring for th' urn.