“Well, I should not wonder,” said Mr. Oakley, “I never go near them, because I don’t like their foolish pomposity and pride, which, upon very slender resources, tries to ape what it don’t at all understand; but here is Mrs. Oakley with the sausages, and I hope you will make yourself comfortable, Ben.”
“Comfortable! I believe ye, I rather shall. I means it, and no mistake.”
“I have brought three pounds,” said Mrs. Oakley, “and told the man to call in a quarter of an hour, in case there is any more wanted.”
“The devil you have; and the bacon, Mrs. Oakley, the bacon!”
“I could not get any—the man had nothing but hams.”
“Lor’, ma’am, I’d put up with a ham cut thick, and never have said a word about it. I am a angel of a temper, and if you did but know it. Hilloa, look, is that the fellow
