Dat friend he pees mine enemy.

He prings shorrow into mine house.

Unt he prings dat shorrow when mine poor Tite he pees sho far away as I ton't know where he is." Tears again filled the old man's eyes as he spoke, and he paused, shook his head, and buried his face in his hands.

There was something in the old man's unwillingness to disclose who it was that had caused him this trouble that excited Mattie's suspicions.
"You must tell me, Father Hanz," said she, encircling his neck with her right arm and patting him on the cheek encouragingly and affectionately with her left hand, "who has caused you all this trouble." Hanz looked up earnestly and enquiringly into her face.

Still there was a doubt in that look it was impossible to mistake.
"You ton't know, eh?
you ton't know, eh?
Maype as he is petter as you ton't know, mine shild.