Not as I wants you.

'Tain't to please me.

You're young and wants eddicating; well, you wants night eddication as well as day eddication.

What do you know about the road to London of a night ?" "Nothing at all, Ike ?" I said with a sigh.
"Scholard as you are too," growled Ike.

"Why, my figgering and writing ain't even worth talking about with a pen, though I am good with chalk, but even I know the road to London." "He'll let me go some day," I said.
"Some day!" cried Ike in a tone of disgust.