"Look here, sir," says she, "at the conduck of your precious trull of a daughter--alone with this man, kissin and dandlin, and Lawd knows what besides." "What, he ?" cries Miss Betsy--"he in love with Mary.

Oh, the wretch, the monster, the deceiver!"-- and she falls down too, screeching away as loud as her mamma; for the silly creature fancied still that Altamont had a fondness for her.
"SILENCE THESE WOMEN!" shouts out Altamont, thundering loud.

"I love your daughter, Mr.Shum.I will take her without a penny, and can afford to keep her.

If you don't give her to me, she'll come of her own will.
Is that enough ?--may I have her ?" "We'll talk of this matter, sir," says Mr.Shum, looking as high and mighty as an alderman.

"Gals, go up stairs with your dear mamma."-- And they all trooped up again, and so the skrimmage ended.
You may be sure that old Shum was not very sorry to get a husband for his daughter Mary, for the old creatur loved her better than all the pack which had been brought him or born to him by Mrs.Buckmaster.