'"Thank ye kindly, your Riverence," says I, "an' what may I be owin' ye for the job?"
'"Twenty-five shillin'," says he.
'"An' how many shillin' is there in a pun?"
'"Twenty," says he.
'"Mother av Moses," says I, "but mathrimony's the egsthravagint business all out. Here's me pun note, it's ahl I have in the wurrld, an' I'm thinkin' I'll have to be owin' ye the other five shillin'!"
'"Ah, I'll forgive it ye this time," says he. "But don't come here axin' to be marrit no more. I've had enough of ye."
'"Ahl right, yer Riverence," says I, an' out me an' Mary Anne goes.
'"An' what will we do now?" says she.
'"I niver thought o' that," says I, "but I s'pose we'd betther go on home to me mother, and see what she'll say to us."
'"D'ye think she'll take us in?"