I can't sell my vote, miss, 'cause I've been plannin' t'vote fer Mr.Forbes anyhow.

But we wanted some uv th' money that's being wasted, an' we wanted it mighty bad." "Why ?" "Thet's the hard part uv it, miss; but I'm goin' to tell you.

Did ye ever hear o' Lucy ?" "No, Mr.Rogers." "Lucy's our girl--the on'y chick er child we ever had.

She's a pretty girl, is Lucy; a good deal liken her mother; wi' the same high spirits my Nell had afore she broke down.

Mostly Nell cries, nowadays." "Yes.