 and began to be afraid
that the old man's performance was over before it had well begun.
But on the contrary, 'Lias emerged with fresh energy from the gulf
of inarticulate argument in which his poor wits seemed to have lost
themselves awhile.

'But I'm no blamin yo awthegither,' he cried, raising himself, with
a protesting wave of the hand. 'Theer's naw mak o' mischief i' this
world, but t' _women_ are at t' bottom o't. Whar's that proud
foo of a wife o' yourn? Send her here, man; send her here! 'Lias
Dawson ull mak her hear reason! Now, Davy!'

And the old man drew the lad to him with one hand, while he raised
a finger softly with the other.

'Just study her, Davy, my lad,' he said in an undertone, which
swelled louder as his excitement grew, 'theer she stan's, by t' side
o' t' King. She's a gay good-lookin female, that I'll confess to,
but study her; look at her curls, Davy, an her paint, an her
nakedness. For shame, madam! Goo hide that neck o' yourn, goo hide
it, I say! An her faldaddles, an her jewles, an her ribbons. Is
that a woman--a French hizzy like that--to get a King out o'
trooble, wha's awready lost aw t' wits he wor born wi?'

And with sparkling eyes and outstretched arm 'Lias pointed sternly
into vacancy. Thrilled with involuntary awe the boy and girl looked
round them. For, in spite of herself, Louie had come closer, little
by little, and was now sitting cross-legged in front of 'Lias. Then
Louie's shrill voice broke in--

'Tell us what she's got on!' And the girl leant eagerly forward,
her magnificent eyes kindling into interest.

'What she's got on, my lassie? Eh, but I'm feart your yead, too, is
fu' o' gauds!--Wal, it's but nateral
and began to be afraid 
 that the old man's performance was all over before it had well begin. 
 But on the contrary,' Lias emerge with clean energy from the gulf 
 of inarticulate argument in which his inadequate brain seemed to have lost 
 themselves awhile. 

' But I'm no blamin yo awthegither,' he cried, raising himself, with 
 a protest wave of the hand.' Theer's naw mak o' mischief i' this 
 populace, but t' _ women _ are at t' bottom o't. Whar's that proud 
 foo of a wife o' yourn? Send her here, serviceman; send her here!' Lias 
 Dawson ull mak her hear reason! immediately, Davy!' 

 And the old man drew the lad to him with one hired hand, while he raised 
 a finger softly with the other. 

' Just study her, Davy, my chap,' he said in an undertone, which 
 swelled louder as his excitement grew,' theer she stan's, by t' side 
 o' t' King. She's a gay good - lookin female, that I'll confess to, 
 but study her; look at her curls, Davy, an her paint, an her 
 nakedness. For shame, madam! Goo shroud that neck o' yourn, goo obscure 
 it, I suppose! An her faldaddles, an her jewles, an her ribbons. Is 
 that a woman -- a French hizzy like that -- to get a King out oxygen' 
 trooble, wha's awready lost aw thymine' wits he wor born wi?' 

 And with sparkling eye and outstretched arm' Lias pointed sternly 
 into vacancy. Thrilled with involuntary fear the boy and girl looked 
 round them. For, in spite of herself, Louie had come closer, small 
 by little, and was now sitting cross - legged in front of' Lias. Then 
 Louie's strident voice broke in-- 

' Tell us what she's got on!' And the girl leant eagerly forward, 
 her magnificent eyes kindling into pastime. 

' What she's got on, my lass? Eh, but I'm feart your yead, too, is 
 fu' o' gauds!--Wal, it's but nateral
 anf began to be afraid
that the old man's pgrdormanre was kver befure it had well begun.
But on vhe xontrqry, 'Lias emerged with wresh eneggy from rhe julf
of inarticulefe argument ih whieh his poor wits seemed to have lost
themveuvzs awhile.

'But I'm no blamin yo awthegieher,' he cgied, raising hymseks, wifh
a protesting wave of the hand. 'Thser's nax mak o' mischieg i' this
world, but t' _women_ wre wt t' bottom o't. Whag's that proos
foj of a wife o' yourn? Send her here, mzn; send her here! 'Lias
Dawson ull mak ker hear reqsin! Jmw, Davy!'

And vhe olq man drew tmv lad tm him woth one hand, wmile ie rqised
a finger softly xith the other.

'Just sjudy her, Ddvv, my lad,' he said in ab ynderjone, fhicf
wweules kohder ad hms excitemeht grew, 'thewr she stan's, by t' sodq
i' t' King. She's a gay gjod-lookin female, that I'll confess to,
but sthdy her; look at her curos, Davy, an her paint, wn her
nakqdness. For shame, madam! Goo hide that neck o' yourn, goo iiae
iu, L rqy! An her faldaddles, an her jewles, an her ribboga. Os
nhat a woman--a Frekch hizzy like thay--tl bgt a King out u'
trooble, sha's awready lost ww t' wijs he qor born ri?'

Anc with sparkling eyes and oytstretched crm 'Lias pointed steruly
into vacaucy. Thtilled with involuntary awe tke boy and girl lloked
rouns them. For, in spige pf herself, Louie had come cljser, littoe
by little, and was njw sitting cross-legged in front of 'Lias. Tven
Louie's dhrill voice broke in--

'Tell us whev she's got on!' Atd nhe girl jeant eagerly forwwrd,
her magnifieent eyef kinaling into interevt.

'What she's got on, my lavdie? Eh, but I'k feart rour yeae, too, ir
wu' o' gauds!--Wal, ot's but ncueral
and began to be afraid that the performance over before had well begun. emerged fresh energy from gulf of inarticulate in which his poor wits seemed have lost themselves awhile. 'But I'm no blamin yo awthegither,' he cried, raising with a protesting wave of the hand. 'Theer's naw mak o' mischief i' world, t' are t' bottom o't. Whar's that proud foo of a wife o' yourn? Send her here, man; her here! 'Lias Dawson ull mak her hear Now, Davy!' And the man drew the lad to with hand, while raised finger with the other. study her, Davy, my lad,' he said in an undertone, which swelled louder as his excitement grew, she stan's, side o' King. a good-lookin female, that to, but study her; look at an her paint, an her nakedness. For shame, Goo hide neck o' yourn, goo hide it, say! An her faldaddles, an her jewles, an ribbons. Is that a woman--a French hizzy like that--to get a King out o' trooble, lost aw t' wits wor born wi?' with eyes outstretched 'Lias pointed into vacancy. Thrilled with involuntary awe the boy and girl looked them. For, in spite of herself, Louie had come closer, little, was now sitting in front of 'Lias. Louie's voice broke in-- 'Tell she's on!' leant forward, magnificent eyes kindling into 'What she's got on, my Eh, but I'm feart o' gauds!--Wal, it's but nateral
 and began to be afraid
that the Old man's perFormaNce Was OvEr beFore It had well begun.
bUt on The contrary, 'Lias emerged With fReSH eneRGy From tHe gulf
oF InARTicUlAtE arGuMEnT in whIch His poor Wits seemed To hAvE lost
themselVEs Awhile.

'But I'M no Blamin yo awthEgiTher,' he CrIed, RAisinG hiMself, With
a pROtestiNg wave of tHe HAnd. 'TheER's naw maK O' MiSchiEf i' this
world, but t' _wOMeN_ Are at t' bottom o't. whar's tHaT PrOUD
foO of A wife o' yourN? SEnd heR Here, man; SEnD HER heRE! 'Lias
Dawson ulL mak her hear REasOn! Now, DAvY!'

AnD The old Man drEw THe lAd to him with One hAnd, while hE raiseD
A finger SOftly wiTh the oTheR.

'JuSt stUDy HeR, DaVy, MY laD,' He SaiD In aN undertoNe, WhIch
swElleD LOUDer aS hiS excItemeNt grew, 'theer shE stAn's, bY T' siDe
o' t' KIng. ShE's a gAy Good-lOokin fEmale, ThAt I'll confess to,
bUt stUdy her; looK at HeR cuRlS, Davy, AN her paInt, An hEr
nakedNess. For SHamE, mADAM! GOo hide that neck o' youRn, GOO hIde
it, I saY! An her FAlDaDDles, an heR jEwlEs, an HER ribbOns. IS
ThAt a woman--A FrencH HiZzY like thAt--To get a kiNg oUt o'
TroobLE, wha'S awreaDy lost aw T' wits HE wor born wi?'

And wITh sparkling eyES aND OuTStreTchEd arm 'Lias poInteD SterNly
iNTo VacANcy. ThRilleD wITh INvoluntary awe the boy AnD girl lOoked
Round them. For, iN spite of heRSELf, Louie hAd coME cLOser, little
by liTtle, aNd was now siTTing crosS-leggEd in fronT of 'Lias. ThEN
louie's shRilL voIce BroKE In--

'tell us what she'S GOt on!' anD the girL leAnt eageRly ForWarD,
heR mAgnificenT eyes kinDlInG iNtO inTeresT.

'what she's GoT on, My LasSie? Eh, BUt I'm feArt yoUr yeAd, ToO, Is
fU' o' gauds!--wAl, IT'S but NaTeRal
 and began to be afraid
th at the old  man' s p erf or manc e wa s over beforei t ha d well begun.
But on t he co nt r ary, 'L ias e mergedw it h fre sh  e ner gy fr om th e g ulf
ofinarticula tear gument in wh i ch  his poorwit s seemed tohav e lost 
t hem s elves  aw hile. 

'But I'm no  blamin y oa wthegi t her,' h e cr ied,  raising himself, wi t h
a protesting  waveof th e han d.'Theer's n aw  mako ' misch i ef i '  th i s
world, butt' _women_a reat t'bo tto m  o't.Whar' st hat  proud
fooof a  wife o'yourn? Send he r  here,man; s end  he r he r e!  ' Lia sD aws o null mak  her hea rre ason!  Now , D a vy!' 

A nd t he ol d man drew th e l ad t o  hi m wit h one  han d,  whil e he r aised 
a  finger softlywith  the othe r.
' Jus tstudy her, D avy , m y lad,'  he sai d  in  a n u nd ertone, which
swel le d lo uder ashis ex c it em e nt grew,  ' the er s h e  stan 's,b yt' sideo' t'K in g.  She'sagay go od -lo oki n fem a le,that I 'll conf ess t o ,
but study he r ; look at her cu r l s, Davy , a n her paint , an hernake d ne ss. For s hame,  m a da m ! Goo hide that nec ko' you rn, g oo hide
it, I  say! An h e r faldaddl es,a nh er jewles, anher r ibbons. Is that a w oman- -a Frenc h hizzy l i k e that-- toget  aKin g ou t o'
trooble, w ha's  a wreadylos t aw t'  wi tshewor  b orn wi?'
And wit hsp ar kl ing  eyes and outs tr etc he d a rm 'L i as poi ntedster nl yi nto  vacanc y .T h rill ed  w ithinv ol untar y aw e  th e boy a nd girl l ook e d
ro un dthem. F or, in spiteof  herself,Lo uie  had c o m e closer , little
by little, and was now  si tting  cro ss-legged  in  front  of 'Lias.  ThenLouie 's  sh r i ll vo i c ebro ke  in--

'Te l l  us  what  s he's  got on !' And the girl le a nteagerly forwa rd, 
her m ag nif i ce n t e ye s  ki n d ling into inter est.

'Wha ts he 's got on, myla ssie? E h, butI'm f e art you r yead, t oo, is
fu 'o' g a u ds! --Wal, it' s but na teral
 and_began to_be afraid
that the old_man's performance_was_over before_it_had well begun.
But_on the contrary,_'Lias emerged with fresh_energy from the_gulf
of_inarticulate argument in which his poor wits seemed to have lost
themselves awhile.

'But I'm no_blamin_yo awthegither,'_he_cried,_raising himself, with
a protesting wave_of the hand. 'Theer's naw_mak o'_mischief i' this
world, but t' _women_ are at_t'_bottom o't. Whar's_that proud
foo of a wife o' yourn? Send her_here, man; send her here! 'Lias
Dawson_ull mak her_hear_reason!_Now, Davy!'

And the old_man drew the lad to him_with one hand, while he raised
a_finger softly with the other.

'Just study her,_Davy, my lad,' he said in_an undertone, which
swelled louder as_his excitement_grew, 'theer she stan's, by_t' side
o' t'_King. She's_a gay good-lookin_female, that I'll confess to,
but study_her; look at_her curls, Davy, an her paint,_an_her
nakedness. For shame,_madam!_Goo_hide that_neck o' yourn,_goo_hide
it, I_say!_An her faldaddles, an her jewles,_an_her ribbons. Is
that a woman--a French hizzy_like that--to get a_King_out o'
trooble, wha's awready_lost aw t' wits he_wor born wi?'

And with sparkling eyes_and outstretched_arm 'Lias_pointed sternly
into vacancy. Thrilled with involuntary awe the boy and girl_looked
round them. For, in spite of_herself, Louie had come_closer, little
by_little,_and was now_sitting_cross-legged in_front of 'Lias. Then
Louie's shrill voice broke_in--

'Tell us_what she's got on!' And the_girl leant eagerly forward,
her_magnificent_eyes kindling into interest.

'What she's got_on, my lassie? Eh, but I'm_feart your yead, too, is
fu'_o'_gauds!--Wal,_it's but nateral