Take 'un while yu can git 'un, will 'ee?
And be glad tu git 'un.

Yu listen tu I, vor I be a turble witty man, and I be giving of yu gude advice, Miss Zairy." "I am listening, Jack, and you know I always take your advice." "Ah! if 'twerent' for the anny-dominy, I'd be tu yure wedding," sighed Happy Jack, "zame as I were tu Mary Ann's.

Zo I wude." She took his knotted hand, discoloured with the labour of eighty years, and bade him farewell.
"Thee be a lucky maid," said Happy Jack, closing his eyes.
* * * * * The tears were yet glistening on Sarah's long lashes, when she met the doctor on his way to the cottage she had just quitted.
She was in no mood for talking, and would have passed him with a hasty greeting, but the melancholy and fatigue of his bearing struck her quick perceptions.
She stopped short, and held out her hand impulsively.
"Dr.Blunderbuss," said Sarah, "did you _very_ much want Peter to find out that--that he could live without his mother ?" "Has anything happened ?" said the doctor; his thin face lighted up instantly with eager interest and anxiety.
"Only _that_" said Sarah.

"You trusted me, so I'm trusting you.
Peter's found out everything.

And--and he isn't going to let her sacrifice her happiness to him, after all.