“It's your figger,” ses Mrs. Finch, straining her eyes. “I should know it anywhere.”
“You've got wonderful eyes, ma'am,” ses old Sam, choking with 'is pipe.
“Anybody can see that,” ses Ginger. “They're the largest and the bluest I've ever seen.”
Mrs. Finch told 'im not to talk nonsense, but both Sam and Peter Russet could see 'ow pleased she was.
“Truth is truth,” ses Ginger. “I'm a plain man, and I speak my mind.”
“Blue is my fav'rit' colour,” ses old Sam, in a tender voice. “True blue.”
Peter Russet began to feel out of it. “I thought brown was,” he ses.
“Ho!” ses Sam, turning on 'im; “and why?”
“I 'ad my reasons,” ses Peter, nodding, and shutting 'is mouth very firm.
“I thought brown was 'is fav'rit colour too,” ses Ginger. “I don't know why. It's no use asking me; because if you did I couldn't tell you.”