S'pose we scratch it out an' say, 'A man ought to be 'appy when 'e can call 'er 'isn'?
That what schoolmaster calls the third person." "There didn' ought to be no third person about it," said Tilda severely; "on'y 'Enery an' 'er.

Well, go on." "I can't.

That's so far as I've written up to the present.

It's a rough copy, you understand; an' at Stratford I allow to write it out fair an' post it." Tilda took a turn at considering.
"The further I go on this v'yage," she announced,--"w'ich, per'aps, 'twould be truthfuller to say the longer it takes--the more I seems to get mixed up in other folks' business.

But you've done me a good turn, Sam Bossom; an' you've been open with me; an' I reckon I got to keep you straight in this 'ere.