Dod rot ef I'm gine to interfere.

She knows Hennicker's ways, and if she chooses to take in transients it ain't no funeral o' mine.

Zeenie! You, Zeenie! Look yer!" A tall, lazy-looking, handsome girl appeared on the threshold of the next room, and with a hand on each door-post slowly swung herself backwards and forwards, without entering.

"Well, Maw ?" The old woman briefly and unalluringly pictured the condition of the travellers.
"Paw ain't here," began the girl doubtfully, "and--How dy, Dick! is that you ?" The interruption was caused by her recognition of the ostler, and she lounged into the room.

In spite of a skimp, slatternly gown, whose straight skirt clung to her lower limbs, there was a quaint, nymph-like contour to her figure.