It is a trueness that a lone dude that has cash needs a sheila. He does not realise [sic] that “He is our Tess’” or “our Anna’s”.

“Dear Sir Dennet” said his sheila to he once. “See Nethershield Dale is let at last?”

Sir Dennet didn’t.

“Oh it is” returned she. “Lon is here to tell us.”

“…” said Dennet.

“Shall I tell the one that let it?”

“I don’t care” said Dennet.

“Dear, a northern lad lets Nethershield. He has cash. He rode to see on Tuesda … no, earlier. ’It’s ours, Sir Norris’ he said sudden. He here soon; his chattels sooner.”

“Called?”

“Dinlee.”

“Alone?”

“Oh, dear, sure! A lone lad, cash, three or nine thou’ annual. Nice darl. Our sheilas see that!”

“Oh?”

Dennet tires his sheila. “Our sheila turns Dinlee not alone.”

“He sees so?”

“No, I see so. Later, he sees so.”

“The sheilas see Dinlee soon. Not I. Or he sees I, needs I, lusts I; soon I turn Dinlee not alone.”

THE END.