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Rh Then you look smilèn; don’t you pout an’ toss Your head so much, an’ look so very cross.

Now, John! don’t squeeze me roun’ the middle zoo. I woon’t stop here noo longer, if you do. Why, John! be quiet, wull ye? Fie upon it! Now zee how you’ve a-wrumpl’d up my bonnet! Mother ’ill zee it after I’m at hwome. An’ gi’e a guess directly how it come.

Then don’t you zay that I be jealous, Fanny.

I wull: vor you be jealous, Mister Jahnny. There’s zomebody a-comèn down the groun’ Towards the stile. Who is it? Come, get down. I must run hwome, upon my word then, now; If I do staÿ, they’ll kick up sich a row. Good night. I can’t staÿ now.

&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Then good night, Fanny! Come out a-bit to-morrow evenèn, can ye?