“Do you imagine” ses the auld gintleman feercely “that I’m to be robbed of me daily drive by a parcel of godless hairbrained—damnible——”
“Papa” ses little Billy, bringing over his pale from his sandpile. “I loves the oretermobiles?”
“Why bless me hart!” ses the auld man melting “and what do you know of them you raskill” ses he.
“I had a ride in one yistiday” ses Billy.
“What!” ses the hole family at wance.
“Yes” ses Billy, nodding his little hed, “Theres a grate big wan in that place there” ses he poynting, “and yistiday when Claire was digging her old flours there cum a yung man who luked over the fince, and he sed—he sed——”
Miss Claire wint first crimson thin wite. Then crimson agin.
“Billy deerie” ses she, “cum and let me swing you in the hammick.”
“Go on Billy” airges Mr. James, guving his sister a quare look.
“He sed good morning to Claire, and she was very rood and jest wint on wid her digging and then he sed he was sorry and he cudent help himself becoz he herd what she sed about honting her, and then he seen me and said hello yung wan, come over here, and then I went and he reeched down and lifted me up and tuk me over to his place. And he guv me a ride in his nortemobile and on a donkey’s back, did’nt he Claire?”