a bitti nokengro avree my mokto, and when I'd pen,
'Deari juvo, what do you kair dovo for?' she pooker mandy, 'It's kushti
for my sherro.' And so when she mullered mandy never lelled chichi
sensus.

"Some mushis wont haw mass because the pal or pen that mullered was
kammaben to it,--some wont pi levinor for panj or ten besh, some wont haw
the kammaben matcho that the chavo hawed. Some wont haw puvengroes or pi
tood, or haw pabos, and saw (sar) for the mullos.

"Some won't kair wardos or kil the boshomengro--'that's mandy's pooro
chavo's gilli'--and some won't kel. 'No, I can't kel, the last time I
kelled was with mandy's poor juvo that's been mullo this shtor besh.'

"'Come pal, let's jal an' have a drappi levinor--the boshomengri's odoi.'
'Kek, pal, kekoomi--I never pi'd a drappi levinor since my bibi's
jalled.' 'Kushto--lel some tuvalo pal?' 'Kek--kek--mandy never tooved
since minno juvo pelled a lay in the panni, and never jalled avree
kekoomi a jivaben.' 'Well, let's jal and kair paiass with the
koshters--we dui'll play you dui for a pint o' levinor.' 'Kek--I never
kaired the paiass of the koshters since my dadas mullered--the last
chairus I ever played was with him.'

"And Lena, the juva of my pal's chavo, Job, never hawed plums a'ter her
rom mullered."

(TRANSLATION).--"No, I never smoke cigars. No; I never smoke them now
since my brother's son Job died. And I'll tell you how it came.

"It was at the great fair where the horses run (_i.e_., the races), I was
keeping a cock-shy, and I saw a gentleman, and asked him for a drop of
ale. 'Yes,' he said, 'I'll give you ale, and a good smoke too.' 'Thank
you,' says I, 'Sir.' So he gave me the ale, and a dozen cigars. I put
them in my pocket, and went on the road and found there my brother's son,
and he asked me, 'Where (are) you going, uncle?' And I said: 'Job, I
have something for you.' 'Good,' says he--so I gave him the cigars. He
said: 'Where did you find them?' 'A gentleman gave them to me.' So he
put them in his pocket, and asked me, 'What'll you take to drink?' 'A
drop of ale.' So he said, 'After the horses (have) run I'll go across
the field and see you.'

"Eight or nine days after, at Hampton Court, {53} his 'pal' came to me
and told me that Job was ill. And I said, 'Anything wrong?' 'Worse nor
that.' 'What _is_ the affair?' Said he, 'I want you to go to my
pal,--don't spare the horse--let her go!' So he gave me a fine horse,
and I