Bebother

“There is brass for all. Just home, paid off—and find my wife dead—and me saddled with the yowling kid. I’m off to sea again. Don’t see no sport widering here all bebothered with a baby.”

At present I am all upside down—nohow—bebothered—& can only write this much.

‘[…]But above all ... above all, you are the bewitching bebothering and bewildering Evita!'

‘Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!’ he said aloud.