“Shiss.”
“B—t your shiss! can't you spake like a Christian?”
“No, I won't,” replied the other, angrily; “I'll spake as I likes.”
“What brings him up, do you know?”
“Bekaise he's goin' to thry his misfortune upon her here,” he replied, pointing to the still. “You'll have a good job of her, fwhedher or no.”
“Why, will he want a new one, do you think?”
“Shiss, to be sure—would ye tink I'd begin to run (* A slang phrase for distilling) for him on dis ould skillet? an' be de token moreover, dat wouldn't be afther puttin' nothin' in your pockets—hee! hee! hee!”
“Well, all that's right—don't work for him widout a new one complate, Teddy—Still, Head, and Worm.”
“Shiss, I tell you to be sure I won't—he thried her afore, though.”
“Nonsense!—no he didn't.”