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Bobby [to Lizzie]: How would I be knowin’? It was Daa toul him she might be here, an’ sent me to see, as Mr. Watterson would be willin’ to offer her a lift home–if the car would be empty at him.
Lizzie: Was that about the car being empty put in your message, Bobby?
Kirry: I’ll be boun’ it wasn’t. Look here, Bobby darlin’–
Bobby: My word, isn’t she gettin’ tandhar with her “Bobby darlin’”! A lil bit ago it was “Bobby, you limb,” or “Bobby, you scum of the earth.”
Kirry: Be quate now an’ listen. Tell you Mr. Watterson where I am, an’ maybe Lizzie will be askin’ him to come in an’ see her.
Lizzie: Yes, sure–though it’s a poor place for him to be comin’ in. [Takes apron and dusts chair, sets a clean cup on table, etc.] Tell him to come, an’ welcome.
Bobby: Aw well, he’ll be a quile yet, for he was gettin’ a shoe put on that classy mare he drives, an’ he an’ Daa was havin’ a cooish an’ a smook at our house wheer there’s no women-folk to be scutchin’ roun’ an’ puttin’ things away, an’ talkin’ so foolish that no one can get a word in.
Kirry: Go quick now, Bobby, that’s a lamb.
Bobby: Lamb now, is it? My stars it will be “my lil cherubim” soon–queers them wings of Lizzies that I’ll put them on before the glass to see will they suit me?
Kirry: Gave over now, or I’ll suit you with a pair of goose-wings. Go on now an’ toll him quickly for [to Lizzie] there’ll be a power of people on the road to-night, an’ some of these wans is so boul they would be askin’ him to give them a lif’ whether he would or no.
Lizzie: Go on now, Bobby, an’ here’s a penny for you.
