smashin abaat i' all directions.

Th' owd cock, seein th' door oppen, flew aght, catchin poor Mally fair
ith' face wi' its wings as it passed, an sendin her onto her back ith'
gutter, wi' her bonnet off, an her face blackened like a female christy
minstrel!

Th' woman 'at lived opposite wor hingin aght some clooas, an th' cock
tried to fly ovver 'em, but th' string bein fast to its legs, browt it
daan fair i'th' middle on 'em, an what wi' th' din th' cock made, an th'
skrikes shoo made--for shoo thowt for sewer it wor th' owd dule
hissen--an Mally's grooans, it sooin browt aght Hepsabah an all th'
naybors, an it worn't till a poleeceman coom at onnybody could tell what
wor to do.

Ov coarse, th' furst thing th' poleeceman did wor to arrest Mally for
bein drunk an disorderly, an ther's noa daat shoo lukt it; an then they
all made a rush to th' haase, for th' sooit wor rollin aght oth' door as
if th' place wor afire. Sittin on th' floor, ith' middle ov a cart looad
o' sooit, wor a poor human crayter, coffin an spittin,--(an some sed,
swearin,) an when he wor browt into th' dayleet, it wor Sammywell.

As sooin as he could get his breeath, he started to shak hissen,--when
th' woman 'at belanged th' clooas hit him on th' heead wi a prop, an wod
ha done moor but Mally interfered. When th' scare wor ovver, th' naybor
wimmen did nowt but laff, an Sammywell and Mally went into th' haase an
shut th' door.

"Whativver has ta been doing?" axt Mally.