‘Nay,’ they sed, ’they didn’t know ‘at they had.’

‘Why, but he wor a queer owd chap, wor Owd Dawdles, an’ they didn’t call him Dawdles for nowt, soa aw’l tell yo summat abaat him wol yo finish yor bacca.  He wor a chap ‘at thowt he wor full o’ sense, an’ th’ way he winked his left e’e after givin vent to one o’ his cliver speeches, showed plain enuff ’at whether it wor satisfactory to other fowk or net, it wor quite soa to him.  But if he hadn’t a varry heigh opinion o’ th’ fowk he met, yet he worn’t withaat pity for ’em, an’ he generally ended up wi’ sayin ’at it wor hardly reight to blame ’em for bein short o’ wit when they’d had no orderation on it.  But tho’ he wor varry liberal wi’ his advice, ther wor nubdy could charge him wi’ bein too liberal wi’ his brass, for he’d pairt wi’ nowt if he could help it; yet he’d one waikness in his disposition, an’ that wor ’at he couldn’t say ‘Noa’ if onybody offered to treat him.  Fowk wodn’t ha thowt mich abaat that if it hadn’t been for him allus draggin in his friend Michael for a share, an’ it wor weel known ’at Michael had nivver existed except in his own imagination.  If ivver he gate ax’d to a supper or a bit ova feed o’ ony sooart, he used to stuff hissen wol he wor foorced to lawse his wayscoit, an’ then if ther wor owt left, he’d say:  ’If yo’ll excuse me, ther’s a bit thear ‘at aw should like to tak for Michael,’ an’ he used to fill his pockets wi’ th’ best o’ th’ stuff, an’ mony a rare blow aght he gate aght o’ what wor supposed to be Michael’s share.  He used to goa to Bradforth market two or three times in a wick, an’ he allus kept his een skinned to luk aght for a bargain; an’ he didn’t care what it wor, owt throo a cabbage to a cartwheel, if he could turn a penny into three-awpence.  But he didn’t allus mak a gooid spec, for strange to say ther wor other fowk ‘at wor quite as wise an’ even sharper nor hissen.  One day he bowt a white bull cauf, an’ he wor sewer he’d getten it as cheap as muck, an’ happen he had, but haivver cheap yo buy sich a thing, it’s varry likely to cause yo some bother unless yo’ve somewhear to put it.  It wor a varry weet day, an’ throo Bradford to Keighley is a long walk, but ther wor nowt else for it unless he tuk it with him on th’ train, an’ that ud be extra expense, soa he teed a rooap raand its neck an’ they started off.  It’s an’ owd sayin’ ’at youth will have its fling,’ an’ this cauf wor detarmined to goa in for its share.  Th’ rooads worn’t i’ th’ best order, yet they mud ha’ managed to wade throo but for th’ cauf seemin’ to have a strong desire to find aght if Owd Dawdles could swim, an’ whenivver it coom to a pond or a puddle it gave him a chonce to try, but like all young caufs it hadn’t mich patience, an’ th’ way it jurk’d him in an’ aght worn’t varry pleasant for one on ’em.  When they’d gooan a mile or two Dawdles wor inclined to think it would ha been cheaper to ha taen it bi rail, to say nowt abaat th’ extra comfort.  At ony rate it gave him noa troble