I wush to God it wor, boy: a maight slape this naight the better.' 'I believe you speak the truth, John; and I ask your pardon.

Now not a word to any one, about this strange affair.

There is mischief brewing, I can see; and it is my place to attend to it.

Several things come across me now--only I will not tell you.' They were not at all contented with this; but I would give them no better; except to say, when they plagued me greatly, and vowed to sleep at my door all night,-- 'Now, my dears, this is foolish of you.

Too much of this matter is known already.