“Let them go play marvels,” says he.
“That would be but poor feedin’ for them, Thady.”
“They shan’t want feedin’?” says he, “for it’s a rich man I’ll be soon, and a great man, too.”
“Usha, but I’m glad to hear it, darlin’—though I dunno how it’s to be, but I think you had betther go to bed, Thady.”
“Don’t talk to me of any bed, but the bed o’ glory, woman,” says he, lookin’ mortial grand. “I’ll sleep with the brave yit,” says he.
“Indeed, an’ a brave sleep will do you a power o’ good, my darlin,” says she.
“And it’s I that will be a knight!” says he.
“All night, if you plaze, Thady,” says she.
“None o’ your coaxin’,” says he. “I’m detarmined on it, and I’ll set off immediately, and be a knight arriant.”
“A what?” says she.