Catty.—There’s a good maaid!
Guenny.—i, b,—can’t tell.
Catty.—Skipe it, child, skipe it—(meaning “skip it.”)
Guenny.—u, b, cub.
Catty.—There’s a good maaid! Twm you little wicked dog, don’t kick the child. Go on, Guenny vach.
Twm.—(who had been struggling for some time to get from under his mother’s combs,) I want to go a fishing.
Catty.—Lord love the darling child! You’ll fall into the river and be drowned.
Twm.—Oh! no, mother; I always fish in the gutters.
Dio Bengoch.—I want to go home for some bread and butter.
“And I! and I! and I!” squalls every urchin in the school; and out they would run in a drove, on perceiving the independent exit of master Twm, without waiting for the permission of his parent and governess.