"But _is_ that your name?" sez 'e. "Supposin' as it
was," sez I, "what then?" "Will you answer my simple kervestion?" sez
'e. "Is your name Mrs. Gudgeon, or ain't it not?" sez 'e. "An' will
_you_ answer _my_ simple kervestion, Mr. Shiny Quaker?" sez I.
"Supposin' my name was Mrs. Gudgeon,--I don't say it _is_, but
supposin' it was,--what's that to you?" sez I, for I thought my poor
bor Bob what lives in the country had got into trouble agin and had
sent for me.'
'Go on, mother,' said Cyril, 'what did the shiny Quaker say then?'
'"Well then," sez 'e, "if your name is Mrs. Gudgeon, there is a
pootty gal as is, I am told, a-livin' along o' you." "Oh, oh, my fine
shiny Quaker gent," sez I, an' I flings the door wide open an' there
I stan's in the doorway, "it's _her_ you wants, is it?" sez I. "And
pray what does my fine shiny Quaker gent want wi' my darter?" "Your
darter?" sez 'e, an opens 'is mouth like this, and shets it agin like
a rat-trap. "Yis, my darter," sez I. "I s'pose," sez I, "you think
she ain't 'ansom enough to be my darter.
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