“No” ses Miss Claire withdroring the hand she had joost surrindered. “Its a hullyhock” ses she.
“Well its fine anyhow” ses he, looking at her wid both his eyes popping out of his hed. “Youre quite a horty culchurist” ses he.
“O no indade” ses she, “its me first attimp. Do you” ses she “know anything about it?”
“Well” ses he “I can tell a vylet from a rose and a dandylion from a daysy.”
“Then” ses she, “you wont be intrested in my little gardin.”
“Wont I” ses he, so vylently she drops her eyes. “Why I’m ackshully captifated by that little speck of green” ses he. “Aren’t you its creator?”
“Wate till it begins to bloom” ses she enthoosicully. Joost thin she seen her brothers coming in wid the bote oars on their shoulders. She started away from the dood, and wint narvissly to meet thim. The dood histated a moment, and then wint ap to the boys. He hild out his hand.
“I’m your next dure naybor” ses he “and I drapped over to make a corl.”
“How do” ses Mr. James giving him a corjul shake “Pretty good bathing here” ses he “Ever go out?”
“O yes” ses the dood “We have a little privit beech of our own. Your welcom to use it any time.”