“Well, thee can’t take oaths, I spoase.”
“No, sir, not exactly.”
“Wull then I spoase I must goo to --- in the marnin. And thee’ll stop here the night and mak thyself comfortable. We can gie un a bed, can’t us, Nancy?”
“Two, if ur wishes it,” answered Mrs. Bumpkin.
“Devil’s in it, ur doan’t want two beds, I’ll warrant? Now then, sir, sitten doon and mak theeself comfortable. What’ll thee drink?”
“I’m too young to drink,” said Horatio, with a smile.
Bumpkin smiled too. “I’ll warrant thee be.”
“I’m always too young,” said Horatio, “for every thing that’s nice. Mr. Prigg says I’m too young to
enjoy myself; but if you don’t mind, sir, I’m not too young to be hungry. I’ve walked a long distance.”
“Have ur now?” said Mrs. Bumpkin. “We ain’t got anything wery grand, sir; but there be a nice piece o’ pickle pork and pease-puddin, if thee doan’t mind thic.”