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‘
Bless
them
eyes
o
’
yourn
!
’
said
Sam
,
looking
up
.
‘
Never
mind
my
eyes
;
you
had
much
better
read
your
letter
,
’
said
the
pretty
housemaid
;
and
as
she
said
so
,
she
made
the
eyes
twinkle
with
such
slyness
and
beauty
that
they
were
perfectly
irresistible
.
Sam
refreshed
himself
with
a
kiss
,
and
read
as
follows
:
—
‘
MARKIS
GRAN
‘
By
DORKEN
‘
Wensdy
.
‘
My
DEAR
SAMMLE
,
‘
I
am
werry
sorry
to
have
the
pleasure
of
being
a
Bear
of
ill
news
your
Mother
in
law
cort
cold
consekens
of
imprudently
settin
too
long
on
the
damp
grass
in
the
rain
a
hearing
of
a
shepherd
who
warnt
able
to
leave
off
till
late
at
night
owen
to
his
having
vound
his
-
self
up
vith
brandy
and
vater
and
not
being
able
to
stop
his
-
self
till
he
got
a
little
sober
which
took
a
many
hours
to
do
the
doctor
says
that
if
she
’
d
svallo
’
d
varm
brandy
and
vater
artervards
insted
of
afore
she
mightn
’
t
have
been
no
vus
her
veels
wos
immedetly
greased
and
everythink
done
to
set
her
agoin
as
could
be
inwented
your
father
had
hopes
as
she
vould
have
vorked
round
as
usual
but
just
as
she
wos
a
turnen
the
corner
my
boy
she
took
the
wrong
road
and
vent
down
hill
vith
a
welocity
you
never
see
and
notvithstandin
that
the
drag
wos
put
on
directly
by
the
medikel
man
it
wornt
of
no
use
at
all
for
she
paid
the
last
pike
at
twenty
minutes
afore
six
o
’
clock
yesterday
evenin
havin
done
the
journey
wery
much
under
the
reglar
time
vich
praps
was
partly
owen
to
her
haven
taken
in
wery
little
luggage
by
the
vay
your
father
says
that
if
you
vill
come
and
see
me
Sammy
he
vill
take
it
as
a
wery
great
favor
for
I
am
wery
lonely
Samivel
n
.
b
.
he
VILL
have
it
spelt
that
vay
vich
I
say
ant
right
and
as
there
is
sich
a
many
things
to
settle
he
is
sure
your
guvner
wont
object
of
course
he
vill
not
Sammy
for
I
knows
him
better
so
he
sends
his
dooty
in
which
I
join
and
am
Samivel
infernally
yours
‘
TONY
VELLER
.
’
‘
Wot
a
incomprehensible
letter
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
who
’
s
to
know
wot
it
means
,
vith
all
this
he
-
ing
and
I
-
ing
!
It
ain
’
t
my
father
’
s
writin
’
,
‘
cept
this
here
signater
in
print
letters
;
that
’
s
his
.
’
‘
Perhaps
he
got
somebody
to
write
it
for
him
,
and
signed
it
himself
afterwards
,
’
said
the
pretty
housemaid
.
