Look at me! I am fourscore, and never had a headache in all my born days--all along of lying among the kye.

Bless your silly head, kine's breath is ten times sweeter to drink nor Christians'.

You try it!" and he slammed the bedroom door.
"Denys, where are you ?" whined Gerard.
"Here, on her other side." "What are you doing ?" "I know not; but as near as I can guess, I think I must be going to sleep.

What are you at?
"I am saying my prayers." "Forget me not in them!" "Is it likely?
Denys, I shall soon have done: do not go to sleep, I want to talk.
"Despatch then! for I feel--augh like floating-in the sky on a warm cloud." "Denys!" "Augh! eh! hallo! is it time to get up ?" "Alack, no.

There, I hurried my orisons to talk; and look at you, going to sleep! We shall be starved before morning, having no coverlets." "Well, you know what to do." "Not I, in sooth." "Cuddle the cow." "Thank you." "Burrow in the straw, then.