'Tis likewise me intintion to have wan drink iv the rate stuff before I die.
Afther that 'tis me sworn resolve to return to the superveeshion iv me Klondike properties.

Indade, and I'm an Eldorado king; an' if ye'll be wantin' the lind iv a tidy bit, it's meself that'll loan it ye." "The same old, old Matt, who never grows old," Frona laughed.
"An' it's yerself is the thrue Welse, for all yer prize-fighter's muscles an' yer philosopher's brains.

But let's wander inside on the heels of Louis an' Swiftwater.

Andy's still tindin' store, I'm told, an' we'll see if I still linger in the pages iv his mimory." "And I, also." Frona seized him by the hand.

It was a bad habit she had of seizing the hands of those she loved.