So I will. How d’ye do Sir, how d’ye do?
My!—if ‘taint a laughin’ at you!
I hope you’re satisfied now—
Aint you railly afeard one bit though, cousin Bridgy?
No indeed, not I. See if I be now—look at me and see what I’m a goin’ to do. There Sir!—there Mr. Burroughs, or whatever you be, there’s my hand Sir—there——
Laying it on the table before him and turning away her head just as if she were going to have some hateful operation performed....
—You may touch it if you like—
God bless you dear.
I’m not afeard of you now—am I Sir?
No, no—my brave girl.