I was coming ome from shuiting this hafternoon--and passing through Lady Hangelina's flour-garding, who should I see in the summerouse, but Mary Hann pretending to em an ankyshr and Mr.Fitzwarren paying his cort to her?
"'You may as well have me, Mary Hann,' says he.

'I've saved money.

We'll take a public-house and I'll make a lady of you.

I'm not a purse-proud ungrateful fellow like Jeames--who's such a snob ('such a SNOB' was his very words!) that I'm ashamed to wait on him--who's the laughing stock of all the gentry and the housekeeper's room too--try a MAN,' says he--'don't be taking on about such a humbug as Jeames.' "Here young Joe the keaper's sun, who was carrying my bagg, bust out a laffing thereby causing Mr.Fitwarren to turn round and intarupt this polite convasation.
"I was in such a rayge.

'Quit the building, Mary Hann,' says I to the young woman--and you, Mr.Fitzwarren, have the goodness to remain.' "'I give you warning,' roars he, looking black, blue, yaller--all the colors of the ranebo.
"'Take off your coat, you imperent, hungrateful scoundrl,' says I.
"'It's not your livery,' says he.
"'Peraps you'll understand me, when I take off my own,' says I, unbuttoning the motherapurls of the MacWhirter tartn.