My sonnies, all true stories have a coarse touch or a bad moral, depend upon't.

If the story- tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd ha' troubled to invent parables ?" Saying this the tranter arose to fetch a new stock of cider, ale, mead, and home-made wines.
Mrs.Dewy sighed, and appended a remark (ostensibly behind her husband's back, though that the words should reach his ears distinctly was understood by both): "Such a man as Dewy is! Nobody do know the trouble I have to keep that man barely respectable.

And did you ever hear too--just now at supper-time--talking about 'taties' with Michael in such a work-folk way.

Well, 'tis what I was never brought up to! With our family 'twas never less than 'taters,' and very often 'pertatoes' outright; mother was so particular and nice with us girls there was no family in the parish that kept them selves up more than we." The hour of parting came.

Fancy could not remain for the night, because she had engaged a woman to wait up for her.