Yer

Digging for apples, yer honour!”

“Sure, it’s an arm, yer honour!” (He pronounced it “arrum.”)

“Sure, it does, yer honour: but it’s an arm for all that.”

There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and then; such as, “Sure, I don’t like it, yer honour, at all, at all!” “Do as I tell you, you coward!” and at last she spread out her hand again, and made another snatch in the air.