It makes her all ov a fever to think of Muster Wharton gettin' 'im off.

_I_ don't bear Jim Hurd no pertickler malice.

Isabella may talk herself black i' the face, but she and Johnnie'll have to come 'ome and live along o' me, whatever she may say.

She can't stay in that cottage, cos they'll be wantin' it for another keeper.

Lord Maxwell ee's givin' her a fine pension, my word ee is! an' says ee'll look after Johnnie.