"Beg shriv’ness, yer honors," said Mrs. Grales, "but’s not the pup’s motherful condition as makes her so, devil fret her! but ‘tis ‘at man of mine. He’s witched the piteous pup, he has-for love of witchin’-and it makes her ‘feared of all. I beg yer honors’ shriv’ness for her naughties."