T' man what prings shorrow into mine house; t' man what shays I pees one tief t' mine neighpors--dat man he pees no friend of mine." Again the old man paused, and looked up inquiringly into Mattie's sweet face, as if anxious to trace the secret of her thoughts.

And as he did so the breeze tossed the grey hairs over his forehead, as if to cover up the wrinkles age had written on it.
"Mine taughter, mine taughter," he resumed, grasping Mattie's hand firmly, "I'se gettin' old now.

Tare von't pe no more of old Hanz Toodleburg shoon.

You never know'd nothin' pad of old Hanz Toodleburg--does you, mine taughter ?" "Never, never! Why, Father Hanz, nobody has been saying anything against you," replied Mattie, smiling.
"Dar has, too," resumed Hanz.

"What I lives for now is mine goot name, and mine poor Tite.