Ye might put 'im in Number Tin, but he'd go through it quicker nor water through a baskit.

Don't talk to me about house-kapin' widout a pig.

Ye might give 'im that little shtoop to lie on, an' let 'im run under the house to slape.

That wouldn't be bad now, Jim ?" The last suggestion was given in a tender, judicial tone, for Mike saw that Jim was disappointed, if not disgusted.

Jim was looking at his beautiful stoop, and thinking of the pleasant dreams he had associated with it.