_Teddy Band to Miss Hanson._
Mâm,
I da thenk you'll smile at theeäzam here veo lains that I write ta
you, bin I be naw scholard; vor vather coud'n avoord ta put I ta
school. Bit nif you'll vorgee me vor my bauldniss, a-mâ-be, I mid
not be afeard ta zâ zummet ta you that you, mâm yourzell mid like
ta hire. Bit how be I ta knaw that? I knaw that you be a
goodhorted Lady, an da like ta zee poor vawk well-at-eased an
happy. You axt I tother dâ ta zing a zong: now I dwont much like
zum o' thâ zongs that I hired thic night at squire Reevs's when we
made an end o' Hâ-corrin: vor, zim ta I, there war naw moril to
'em. I like zongs wi' a moril to 'em. Tha nawtes, ta be shower,
war zât anow, bit, vor âll that, I war looking vor tha moril, mâm.
Zo, when I cum'd whim, I tawld our Pall, that you axt I ta zing:
an I war zorry âterward that I did'n, bin you be âlways zo desperd
good ta poor vowk. Bit I thawt, a-mâ-be, you mid be angry wi' my
country lidden. Why Teddy, zed Pall, dwontye zend Miss Hanson thic
zong which ye made yerzel; I thenk ther is a moril in thic. An zo,
mâm, nif you please, I a zent tha zong. I haup you'll vorgee me.
Mâm, your humble sarvant,