Meadowlark Prairie countess

maggie hmmed beneath her breath. and then her eyes became dazzling again, sunlight on winter's breath. "oi know it! yew can be our bully-man! yew know, what guards the door 'n such?" to have one bully-man might assure a bawdy-house's survival for a long while. and to have more than that! well!
"free room an' board, wiv a cut o'the takin's too." she glimmered at polecat.
"o'course, if yer the bully-man, yew can't be tryin' the ware at all," maggie chuckled. "many a 'ouse lost out ona good bully cos' 'e wanted to come back an' be the cully!"
the unashamed laughter again.