“'I lithp,' says she.
“'I knows you does, Liz,' says I; 'but it ain't nothin' t' cry about.'
“'I can't thay Joneth,' says she.
“'No,' says I; 'but you'll be changin' your name,' says I, 'an' it won't matter no more.'
“'An' if I can't say Joneth,' says she, 'I can't thay—'
“'Can't say what?' says I.
“'Can't thay Thooth!' says she.
“Lord! No more she could. An' t' say Moses Shoos! An' t' say M'issus Moses Shoos! Lord! It give me a pain in the tongue, t' think of it.
“'Jutht my luck,' says she; 'but I'll do my betht.'
“So we went back an' told the cook that he didn't have t' worry no more about gettin' a wife; an' he said he was more glad than sorry, an', says he, she'd better get her bonnet, t' go aboard an' get married right away. An' she 'lowed she didn't want no bonnet, but would like to change her pinny. So we said we'd as lief wait a spell, though a clean pinny wasn't needed. An' when she got back, the cook said he 'lowed the skipper could marry un well enough 'til we over-hauled a real parson; an' she thought so, too, for, says she, 'twouldn't be longer than fall, an' any sort of a weddin', says she, would do 'til then. An' aboard we went, the cook an' me pullin' the punt, an' she steerin'; an' the cook he crowed an' cackled all the way, like a half-witted rooster; but the maid didn't even cluck, for she was too wonderful solemn t' do anything but look at the moon.