“Ye moight foind it, mum. Me lasht misthress did, an’ Oi got the reward.”
A farmer’s wagon loaded with butter broke down. It stuck fast in a mud hole and the horse couldn’t start it. “It’s no use, Mister,” said a small boy. “Your old horse ain’t strong enough. Take him out an’ hitch in a roll of yer butter.”
“What is your brother doing?”
“Six months.”
“Why did Brother Dick shoot that poor crow?”
“I think, my dear girl, it was because the crow gave him caws.”