"In round numbers, he says nothing, but takes on."
"A wisht state!"
"Ay, 'tis wisht. Will 'ee be so good as to frisk up the beverage,
Prudy, my dear?"
Prudy took up a second large mug that stood warming on the hearthstone, and began to pour the eggy-hot from one vessel to the other until a creamy froth covered the top.
"'T'other chap's a handsome chap," she said, with her eyes on her work.
"Handsome is as handsome does," squeaked Uncle Issy.
"If you wasn' such an aged man, Uncle, I' call 'ee a very tame talker."
Uncle Issy collapsed.
"I reckon you'm all afeard o' this man," continued Prudy, looking round on the company, "else I'd have heard some mention of a shal-lal afore this."
The men with one accord drew their pipes out and looked at her.