A' have told you that a' know everything about the fellow in the inn; and now, sir, you may thank the treatment a' received that a' simply tell you that, and have the honor of bidding you good day." "Crackenfudge," replied.

Sir Thomas, who in an instant saw his error, and felt in all its importance the value of the intelligence with which the other was charged, "I beg your pardon; but you may easily see that I was not--that I am not myself." "You pledge your honor, Sir Thomas, that you will get me the magistracy?
A' know you can if you set about it.

A' declare to God, Sir Thomas, a' will never have a happy day unless I'm able to write J.P.after my name.

A' can think of nothing else.

And, Sir Thomas, listen to me; my friends--a' mean my relations--poor, honest, contemptible creatures, are all angry with me, because a' changed my name to Crackenfudge." "But what has this to do with the history of the fellow in the inn ?" replied Sir Thomas.