"An' he flies out at John, th' footman, for not carryin' him careful enough.

He makes himself as helpless lookin' as he can an' never lifts his head until we're out o' sight o' th' house.

An' he grunts an' frets a good bit when he's bein' settled into his chair.

Him an' Miss Mary's both got to enjoyin' it an' when he groans an' complains she'll say, 'Poor Colin! Does it hurt you so much?
Are you so weak as that, poor Colin ?'--but th' trouble is that sometimes they can scarce keep from burstin' out laughin'.

When we get safe into the garden they laugh till they've no breath left to laugh with.