"Oh, he döan't mind who it is, so long as the work's done."
"And don't you care about the farm?"
"I, ma'am?—no. I want to be a gentleman."
Anne was growing interested. This farm boy was gloriously unlike others of his kind that she had met.
"And you think that if you learn Latin, it'll help you be a gentleman someday?"
"Yes—and Greek, when I've adone wud the Latin."
"Have you many books?"
"No—only this one."
"Then I must lend you some books."
Richard flushed with pleasure. After all he was not acquitting himself so badly with this fine lady. They talked together for a few more minutes, the boy trying to clip his speech like hers. He noticed how much shorter and crisper it was than his—while he said "döan't," she could say "don't" twice.