She isn't yer missis.

She never is, y' know.

Naughty boy!" he cried, wagging his finger at Jonah; "but I wont split on pal." That reminded him of the deceased Sam, and he turned again to the monument.
"Goo'bye, Sam," he cried suddenly, under the impression that he had been to a funeral.

"I've paid me respecks to an ol' fren', an' now we'll both sleep in peace." "Come away and leave him," whispered Clara, trembling with disgust and mortification.
"No fear!" said Jonah.

"The Johns down 'ere don't know 'im, an' they'll lumber 'im.