‘I wants to see him for somethin’ to eat an’ drink fur my mammy, she’s werry poorly.’
‘And who are youah mammy?’
‘Let him come out, he’ll know.’
So de noble leech comed out, an’ he says, ‘What do you want, my little fox?’
He put his hen’ up to his head (such manners he had!): ‘I wants somethin’ to eat an’ drink fur my mammy, she’s werry poorly.’
So de noble leech tole de cook to fill a basket wid wine an’ wittles. So de cook done so, and bring’d it to him.
De noble leech says, ‘My little fox, you can never carry it. I will sen’ some one to carry it.’
But he says, ‘No, thank you, my noble leech’; an’ he chucked it on his little back, an’ wents tritting an’ trotting to his mammy. [[203]]
When he got to his mammy, she says, ‘O my deah little fox, I’ve bin crazy about you. I thought de dogs had eaten you.’
‘No, my mammy, dey turn’t deir heads de oder way.’