“Certainly my deer” ses he, “It will give me grate pleshure.” A silence followed here, and the auld gintleman must have bethort him of his hasty promise, for ses he:
“We will kape a horse” ses he, “at a neerby livery stable.”
Mr. James bust out larfing.
“Whats my juties to be?” swately inquires Mrs. Wolley, trying to change the paneful subject.
“Oh mamma” ses Miss Claire, “you may care for the chickens.”
“Let me see” ses Mrs. Wolley “Aren’t there such things as—er—lice—connected with chickens?”
“Yes deer—but if you’ll kape the coop always witewashed” ses Miss Claire, “the lice’ll go.”
Mrs. Wolley coffed unaisily.
“And now you, miss?” shouts Mr. James, “what have you left for yourself to do?”
“Theres a thousand and wan things, but as my cheef and spechul jooty outside of the hivvy housekaping wid the constant tack and diplomassy it intales to kape our unsertin Delia, I will undertake to—er—rayse sweet flowers for the beutifying of our lons and house.”