“Nefer mind the watch. Some other time talk to me of the watch. Come down safe to your old father, before you get killed.”
“But I do mind the watch. It’s what I came for. I shall stay here till you consent.”
“Oh, Rachel, you haf no heart. You don’t loaf your father.”
“You don’t love your daughter, else you’d give me what I want.”
“I not loaf you, Rachel! Didn’t I gif you that ring last week, and the red silk dress the week pefore? Come down, my child, and next birthday you shall have a better watch than in all Tresco’s shop. My ’tear Rachel, my ’tear child, you’ll be killed; and what good will be your father’s money to him then? Oh! that bale moved. Rachel! sit still.”
“Then you’ll give me the watch?”
“Yes, yes. You shall have the watch. Come down now, while Packett holds your hand.”
“Can I have it to-day?”
“Be careful, Packett. Oh! that bale is almost ofer.”
“Will you give it me this morning, father?”