'An' what's gone wrong wid ye?' says
he; 'ye must be very bad,' says he,'
entirely, to disturb my devotions,' says he,
'this way, jist at breakfast-time,' says
he.

'By my sowkins,' says Nell, 'it's bad
enough we are, your raverence,' says she,
'for it's poor Jim's sperit,' says she; 'God
rest his sowl, wherever it is,' says she, 'that
was wandherin' up an' down, opossite the
door all night,' says she, 'in the way it
was no use at all, thryin' to get a wink iv
sleep,' says she.

'It's to lay it, you want me, I suppose,'
says the priest.

'If your raverence 'id do that same, it
'id be plasin' to us,' says Andy.

'It'll be rather expinsive,' says the
priest.

'We'll not differ about the price, your
raverence,' says Andy.

'Did the sperit stop long?' says the
priest.