Noah.
She’s gettin’ me a lot o’ nice noo friends this week, since we coom to St. Marvells.
Blore.
Of course, dear ’Annah was a lovin’ favorite with heverybody.
Noah.
Ay. Well then, as her friends be mian, I’m takin’ the liberty, one by one, of gradually droppin’ on ’em all.
Blore.
[Getting his hand away.] Dear me!
Noah.
And if I catch any old fly a buzzin’ round my lady I’ll venture to break his ’ead in wi’ my staff!