Mrs. S. Why, he married—stop, I’ll tell you directly—Why, what does make my old head forget so?
Mrs. B. Well, it seems to me I don’t remember like I used to. Didn’t he marry a Ramsbottom?
Mrs. R. No. Stay, I’ll tell you who he married presently—Oh, stay! why I’ll tell you who he married!—He married old daddy Johnny Hooer’s d’ater, Mournin’.
Mrs. S. Why, la! messy on me, so he did!
Mrs. B. Why, did he marry a Hooer?
Mrs. S. Why, to be sure he did.—You knew Mournin’?
Mrs. B. Oh, mighty well; but I’d forgot that brother Smith married her: I really thought he married a Ramsbottom.
Mrs. R. Oh no, bless your soul, honey, he married Mournin’.
Mrs. B. Well, the law me, I’m clear beat!
Mrs. S. Oh, it’s so, you may be sure it is.