THE SPINSTER'S SWEET-ARTS.
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They maäkes ma a graäter Laädy nor 'er i' the mansion theer,
Hes 'es hallus to hax of a man how much to spare or to spend;
An' a spinster I be an' I will be, if soä pleäse God, to the hend.
Hes 'es hallus to hax of a man how much to spare or to spend;
An' a spinster I be an' I will be, if soä pleäse God, to the hend.
XVIII.
Mew! mew!—Bess wi' the milk! what ha maäde our Molly sa laäte?
It should 'a been 'ere by seven, an' theere—it be strikin' height—
'Cushie wur craäzed fur'er cauf' well—I 'eärd 'er a maäkin' 'er moän,
An' I thowt to mysen 'thank God that I hevn't naw cauf o' my oän.'
Theere!
Set it down!
Mew! mew!—Bess wi' the milk! what ha maäde our Molly sa laäte?
It should 'a been 'ere by seven, an' theere—it be strikin' height—
'Cushie wur craäzed fur'er cauf' well—I 'eärd 'er a maäkin' 'er moän,
An' I thowt to mysen 'thank God that I hevn't naw cauf o' my oän.'
Theere!
Set it down!
