Comes galamphin' into the room, kickin' a couple of footstools and upsettin' things promiscuous.

It cheers a invalid up, that sort o' thing." Marie laughed in an awkward, unwonted way.
"But it do, missis," pursued Joseph, "wonderful; and I can't do it myself.

I tried the other day, and master only thought I'd been drinkin'." "You are impatient," said Marie.

"He is better, I know.

I can see it.
You see it yourself--yes ?" "A bit--just a bit.