If her hath been carrying on a bit with some of them young hofficers, why, it's only natteral, and her such a young booty.

Don't 'e be Dick-tell-tale, with a name to it, or without.

And perhaps her never said half the things that Charles hath contributed to her." The truth was that poor Dolly had said scarcely one of them.
"Bain't no young hofficer," Mr.Swipes replied, contemptuously; "ten times wuss than that, and madder for the Admiral.

Give me that paper, Miss, and then, perhaps, I'll tell 'e.

Be no good to you, and might be useful to me." Mary could not give up the paper, because it was a letter from one of her adorers, which, with the aid of Jenny Shanks, she had interpreted.
"No, no," she said, with a coaxing look; "by-and-by, Mr.Swipes, when you have told me who it is, and when you have promised not to tell on poor Miss Dolly.