"I hev a bad secret to tell ye," he said to his wife, "an' I don't wan't yer ter let Milly know airy breath about it, nuther."
"Well, less yer what it air."
"Ye won't tell Milly?"
"Nairy word."
"Sarting an' sure?"
"Yes."
"Well, the Colonel he air shot."
"Shot?"
"He air."
"Shot?"