Mr. Jones was seated one side of an old pine table, and Mr. Smith on the other. Mrs. Jones sat knitting in one corner, and the children under the fire-place—some cracking nuts, others whittling sticks, &c. Mr. Jones, after perusing the paper for some time, observed to Mrs. Jones, “My dear!”
Mrs. Jones. Well.
Mr. Jones. It appears.
Mrs. J. Well, go on.
Mr. J. I say, it appears.
Mrs. J. Well, law souls, I heard it; go on.
Mr. J. I say, it appears from a paragraph——
Mrs. J. Well, it don’t appear as if you were ever going to appear.
Mr. J. I say, it appears from a paragraph in this paper——
Mrs. J. There—there you go again. Why on airth, Jones, don’t you spit it out.