“Aw heeard thi what tha sed Michael, but technical eddication is that sooart ’at taiches ’em a trade, an aw think its a varry sensible thing, ‘an aw for one am i’ favor ov a Schooil Board, ’an if we dooant get one up, ther’s sure to be some o’ them local board chaps at will, an’ aw consider this to be a varry gooid time to consider th’ subject, ’an depend on it, them ‘at start it will have th’ best chonce o’ being vooated in members; an’ as nooan on us but Michael has ony public office, aw beg to propooas ’at we form ussen into a quorum an mak application for a Schooil Booard, an’ aw beg also to propooas ’at Michael is th’ cheerman.”

This last proposition was a varry good hit, for he knew that if Michael had the chance to be chairman, that he would not care a farthing what the object might be,—­and there are a many like Michael in that particular.

Michael hum’d and ha’d a few times, but at last he overcame his scruples and said, “he didn’t know but what it wor for th’ best, and if it wornt, if it had to be done they might as weel have th’ honor o’ doin it as onybody else.”

They held a meeting, but it would be useless for me to attempt to make you understand their arguments, for I did not, and I am pretty well convinced that they were similarly situated; but at last it was unanimously resolved that they should have a School Board, and Simon called for pen, ink, and paper to draw up a petition, and he began in a very promising manner, and proceeded very well until he came to the word technical, then he scratched his head.

“What’s to do nah?” said Michael.

“Ha do yo spell technical?” said Simon, “is there a K in it?”

“Ho eea! ther must be a K in it,” said Dick, “let’s see, teck, neck, peck, reck, check, deck, leck;—­hi! ther must be a K in it, ther’s a K i’ all words o’ that sooart.”

“Well, but aw believe ther isn’t a K in it for all that,” said Simon, “but whear’s ther an old newspaper, we can happen find it mentioned thear.”

So he got an old paper, and whilst he was running down the columns, the rest of the members were arranging when they could have th’ furst feed at th’ heead o’ th’ Booard.

“Nah,” he said, “awve fun it.”

“An’ ther’s a K in it ov coarse,” sed Michael.

“As it happens tha’rt wrang for once,” said Simon, “for ther isn’t.”

“Then ther owt to be, that’s all, but aw dooant put ony faith i’ newspapers, for when aw wor wed, they put in my name Michael withaat a K.”

“Well, that wor reight enough, ther isnt a K i’ Michael.”

“Oh, isnt ther?—­varry gooid,—­aw know ‘at my dowter spells it wi’ a K an’ shoo’s a pupil taicher, soa shoo owt to know,” said Michael.

“Thy dowter be blowed! tha wants to ram thy dowter daan ivery body’s throit.”

“Do aw?—­Awd be looath to ram her daan thy throit anyway, tho it wodnt be sich a varry hard job, for thi maath’s ommost big enuff.”