Partly promiskuss, and partly coincident, Miss Christie, one up and t'other
down," said Dick lightly.
Hold your hat in one hand, and clap t'other
a'top of your heart, when I'm giving my orders, cook.
One uv 'em is white en shiny, en t'other
one is black.
And when you see one of them come sailing around with one wing tipped up and t'other down, you make up your mind he is saying to himself: 'I wish Mary Ann in Arkansaw could see me now.
Well, a prince of the blood don't belong to the royal family exactly, and he don't belong to the mere nobility of the kingdom; he is lower than the one, and higher than t'other.
I skips along out towards t'other
end o' de house to see what's gwine on, en stops by de ole winder on de side towards Pudd'nhead Wilson's house dat ain't got no sash in it-- but dey ain't none of 'em got any sashes, for as dat's concerned-- en I stood dah in de dark en look out, en dar in the moonlight, right down under me 'uz one o' de twins a-cussin'--not much, but jist a-cussin' soft--it 'uz de brown one dat 'uz cussin,'
I wish to gee- miny she'd stick to one or t'other
-- I can't keep the run of 'em.
She does not know how to hold her tongue, as you must perceive, and I am sure I was in the greatest fright in the world t'other
day, when Edward's name was mentioned by Sir John, lest she should out with it all.
There's another on t'other
side o' th' wall an' there's th' orchard t'other
side o' that.
Carrots and gooseberry tart -- pease-pudding and plenty of fat -- pork and beef and mutton, and cut 'em all, and quick about it -- stout for one, and ale for t'other
-- and stale bread here, and new bread there -- and this gentleman likes cheese, and that gentleman doesn't -- Matilda, Tilda, Tilda, Tilda, fifty times over, till I didn't know my own name again -- oh lord
He comes to see you, along with Mas'r Davy, on the brightest night of your uncle's life as ever was or will be, Gorm the t'other
one, and horroar for it
And last of all, Pip - and this I want to say very serious to you, old chap - I see so much in my poor mother, of a woman drudging and slaving and breaking her honest hart and never getting no peace in her mortal days, that I'm dead afeerd of going wrong in the way of not doing what's right by a woman, and I'd fur rather of the two go wrong the t'other
way, and be a little ill-conwenienced myself.