He replied by putting a bit to her heavenly mouth.
“Ye're awfu' opinionated,” said she, with a countenance that said nothing should induce her, and eating it almost contemporaneously.
“Put plenty sugar,” added she, referring to the Chinese infusion; “mind, I hae a sweet tooth.”
“You have a sweet set,” said he, approaching another morsel.
They showed themselves by way of smile, and confirmed the accusation.
“Aha! lad,” answered she; “they've been the death o' mony a herrin'!”
“Now, what does that mean in English, Christie?”
“My grinders—(a full stop.)
“Which you approve—(a full stop.)
“Have been fatal—(a full stop.)