“And hoo are our naybours on this side?” and she intercated the doods place.
“Have’nt they called on you yet” arsks the widder.
Mrs. Wolley frowned a bit, but Miss Claire ses swately:
“Oh yes one of the suns called.”
“One of the suns!” ses the widder, “Why Harry’s the only child. Una here,” ses she, smiling “can tell you all about him.”
“I!” ses Miss Una, opening her brown eyes wide, “O yes” ses she “Harry and I yused to be sweet on aich other senturies ago. Hes a deer boy” ses she, “and you’ll meet his mother soon I suppose, and old S. Judd Dudley.”
Mr. Wolley and Mr. James both bounced up in their seets. The auld gintleman conthrolled himsilf.
“Pardon me, my deer” ses he “but did I oonderstand you to say our naybour’s name was Dudley—S. Judd Dudley?”
“Yes” ses she “the famiss S. Judd. Youve herd of him of coorse.”
“I have” ses Mr. Wolley slowly, and the hole family looked at aich uther strayngely.