You may tell him I think so, if you like." "That I will," said Mrs.Jellison, cheerfully, opening the door for them.

"There's nobody makes 'im 'ear the treuth, nobbut me.

I _loves_ naggin' ov 'im, ee's that masterful.

But ee don't master _me_!" "A gay old thing," said Wharton as they shut the gate behind them.

"How she does enjoy the human spectacle.