Stop for us at the Laurels, about eleven, or p'r'aps I'll stroll over and get you.
We'll land that stake; an' p'raps the sharp division'll take a tumble.
I tell you p'intedly you cyarnt nevah b'lieve what you heahs.
He can't marry Miss P——, nor yet her fortune, nor ever shall!
All this you was on the p'int of losin' through bein' slow on your feet.
"Love doesn't begin with a P," he remarked to the opposite wall.
He told me that he made it a p'int to get what he wanted and he was goin' to get it now.
It's my pump, but I'll stretch a p'int and not charge for it this time.'
P'r'aps you thought he was the one to 'do the worryin', hey?
Them that had errands made it a p'int to cruise past that way.