"Ah," said Veale, "if the wood pucks cud transform him on to all fours, what a farder he'd MEK to th' next litter o' pops at the Kennels."
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
Den I rub 'im dry 'n' put on de blanket, 'n' MEK he bed, 'n' lock de do' 'n' we bofe go 'sleep.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey
Yass, 'm; dey all meession grapes; dey MEK var' good wahn.
"Stories of the Foot-hills"
Margaret Collier Graham