Can't I com out there to your store and work, I'll behave myself reel wel; I _will_, honour bright, if you'll git me a place.
I've got money enuff to get there.

I dug potatoes for old Williams and earned it.

Rite to me rite off that's a good fellow.

I want to com awful.

BOB TURNER." Edward was thunderstruck! he dropped the letter on the floor in disgust.
What was to be done now?
The idea of having Bob Turner there was perfectly dreadful; besides, thank fortune! it was impossible.