She sed, widout looking up.
“I suppose he did, Billy, but I” ses she “was too bizzy. I—I d-didnt look” ses she.
Mr. James bounces up. “Claire” ses he “that hidge of yours is taking a jolly long time to dig.”
Mrs. Wolley looked turribly alarmed.
“He was probably sum gardiner or groom” ses she “Did you spake to him Claire deer?”
“No!” ses Miss Claire wid emfasis.
“Yet you let him take little Billy?” ses Mr. James.
“Am I me brother’s kaper?” ses she flushing round on thim all.
“I won’t have Claire badgered” ses the auld gintleman. “Is she rayspunsible for the silly thricks of the yung ass in there? He’s the very one who whin I refoosed to move out of the rode to let his infernal masheen go by drove it rite under me horse’s nose, almost upsetting me. Billy” ses he, “if I heer of your taking any more rides or spaking to the man over there I’ll whip you. You under stand sir?”
“Yessir” whimpered the preshus lamb and flew to me arms for comfut.