Only one word for thy good, Charlie.

I will fling thee senseless into the river, if ever I catch thy girl-face there again.' 'Mayhap, Master Carver, it is more than thou couldst do.

But I will not keep thee; thou art not pleasant company to-night.

All I want is a light for my lanthorn, and a glass of schnapps, if thou hast it.' 'What is become of thy light, then?
Good for thee I am not on duty.' 'A great owl flew between me and Phelps, as we watched beside the culvern, and so scared was he at our fierce bright eyes that he fell and knocked the light out.' 'Likely tale, or likely lie, Charles! We will have the truth to-morrow.
Here take thy light, and be gone with thee.

All virtuous men are in bed now.' 'Then so will I be, and why art thou not?
Ha, have I earned my schnapps now ?' 'If thou hast, thou hast paid a bad debt; there is too much in thee already.