“An’ what about it even if ye came every nicht?”
“What about it, did ye say? Did ye no’ begin to smell a rat?”
Rustic—“Well, Miss, I be fair mazed wi’ the ways o’ that ’ere fisherman—that I be!”
Parson’s Daughter—“Why is that, Carver?”
Rustic—“The owd fool has been sittin’ there for the last six hours and hasn’t caught nothin’.”
Parson’s Daughter—“How do you know that?”
Rustic—“I’ve been a-watchin’ o’ he the whole time!”
A stately and venerable professor one morning, being unable to attend to his class on account of a cold, wrote on the blackboard: