Mit a fortune perhaps t'tivel gits into mine head.

Der ish nopody now put me und mine Angeline--" "There's your son, Mr.Toodleburg," interposed Chapman, who until now had remained almost passive.

"You ought to regard him above everything else, you ought.

I feel a deep interest in that young man, you know.

If you could have a fortune for him when he comes home--well, that would be the making of him." "Shure enough, dere ish mine poor poy, Tite.